The curse— RP

Saoirse stared at the ropes. She had nothing to cut them with. She thought. "Can I mold air if I can walk on it?" She wondered out loud. She decided to give it a try. Nothing...she suddenly felt a woosh of air and the ropes snapped. "Or yes."
 
Saoirse stared at the ropes. She had nothing to cut them with. She thought. "Can I mold air if I can walk on it?" She wondered out loud. She decided to give it a try. Nothing...she suddenly felt a woosh of air and the ropes snapped. "Or yes."
(which ropes?)
 
Clover landed on the ground, losing her footing because her legs were still tied. She fell on her side with a grunt.
Saoirse stepped off the air. "Sorry about that." She waved her arm again and the air cut through the other ropes. "Are you okay?" She glanced up to see the lady standing on her feet, as was the man. "You know...I think we should go."
 

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