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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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Summary: But, two can play at that game. 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. Original Fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40654662 Author: https://archiveofourown.org/users/pikablob/profile Grab Scribbler merchandise to help me pay my bills so I have a place I can keep making videos! https://teespring.com/stores/scribbler Art Used: https://www.tumpik.com/tag/the%20owl%20house%20caleb Music: Redletter (Kevin Macleod) http://incompetech.com/ Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ Other Important Stuff: Support me on Patreon so I can continue to produce high quality content for you: https://www.patreon.com/ObabScribbler?ty=h If Patreon isn't your thing I also have a KoFi: https://ko-fi.com/obabscribbler Find me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/ObabScribbler Find me on Fimfiction: http://www.fimfiction.net/user/obabscribbler Find my non-pony stories on FFN and AO3: https://www.fanfiction.net/~scribbler https://archiveofourown.org/users/ObabScribbler/pseuds/ObabScribbler #TheOwlHouse #TOH #Disney

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