Talk:Living Doll/@comment-27800590-20161216234700/@comment-5426290-20170130093759

I sit her back up on her feet, seeing as those are still working. I then write down a small note and put her broken arm in the hand of her good arm.

She looks up confused at me and I point to the town. There is a toymaker there that I know, and I head on my way.

The doll looks down at the note, it's about me letting a friend know that the possessor of this note needs a fix-up, my charge. Suprised the doll quickly huddles to the town and finds a store she faintly recognises. She quickly runs in and gasps as she sees an old man painting a toy soldier on a desk at the counter.

The old man looks up and drops his brush. "Islana, w-what happened to you?" Supporting his bad back, he slowly stands up and walks as quick as he can to the livingdoll. "Y-your face, your arm.. What happened to the young girl I gave you to? And you can walk on your own? H-here, to my counter. I'll fix you up like the day I made you." She started about how she came alive a few years after the purchase and was attacked and chased out by the girl's father.

Quickly the old toymaker went to work, and a tiring hour later the Living Doll sits on his counter, brand new, with joy on her face. "Old mister Callen, thank you so much. I love you." Giving the man a kiss on the nose, she threw her arms around the old man. He gave a quick glance over the note and chuckled. "I love you too, my daughter."