The curse— RP

CloverFeather nodded and grabbed the knives from the hunters, laying them down on the sand far away, her arm was still gushing blood, though it had slowed. Then she played to any vines in the vicinity and led them to the rock. She grabbed them and set her instrument down on the sand so that she could use both hands. Then she tied the hunters up and returned to Ashling.
 
CloverFeather nodded and grabbed the knives from the hunters, laying them down on the sand far away, her arm was still gushing blood, though it had slowed. Then she played to any vines in the vicinity and led them to the rock. She grabbed them and set her instrument down on the sand so that she could use both hands. Then she tied the hunters up and returned to Ashling.
Ashling smiled, and then picked up a big stick and walked over to the hunters, knocking each of them out.
 
CloverFeather hesitated, tempted to say that she'd be leaving, but glanced at her arm and knew she that she would need help, just before she blacked out.
Ashling fell next to her body. "Wake up! Oh, please, wake up." She looked around. She didn't know what to do. Seeing the deep gash in the bird girl's arm, she raced back down to the sea, gathered a bundle of seaweed, and ran back, wrapping the wound tightly to stop the blood flow. She wished she could help more. Standing up, she looked around for something that might help...she saw Yarrow growing nearby and gathered some, grinding it up and placing it on the wound. "Oh, please..." She murmered
 

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