Summary: What she’s doing can’t be called healing, no, it’s closer to necromancy, the kind of thing that even in this wild and woolly world gets frowns and hushed whispers from respectable folk. But Asteria wants to be respected, not respectable, and her family know how to play with things that others won’t touch. Transference of life has been her craft from the day she first held a whittling knife; give it the right form, the right intent, and the right timber to take it, and the land itself will fill in the blanks. There’s far more power there than most people realise, a weight to playing god with wood, and she knows far too well that the would-have-been murderer knows that too. An eye for a rib; that's what it takes.
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Redletter (Kevin Macleod)
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