[OrP] Playing at bravery (Fin)

[elufae]

Crows Blood winced slightly as the water washed over her ankle. "I have knowledge of the plants in the swamp and how to create salves from them. And I once met a foal bringing flowers to his mother, with the dirt still clinging to his roots. Perhaps she will know how to grow them.." she said, then turned to Swampsong to ask, "Do you know of anyone who can aid us?"

Then her eyes trailed off towards the edge. The edge...it seemed like the world ended there. What was such a thing called, this world-end...Shaking it off as a thing to ponder another time, she wondered why she decided to help her. Perhaps this strange illness would spread to the kimeti as well if she didn't help. Eventually to herself as well..

She kept saying that to herself in her mind, as if unwilling to believe she could do anything out of the kindness of her heart. Omen then returned with a dried length of a long, flat leaf. In his talons he held a thick leaf similar to a healing plant of the swamp. The poor crow struggled to stay in flight until he plopped down on the sand just in front of his mistress. Cawing, he seemed proud of what he found. "Good, little bird." she said, touching her nose to the crow's head. She took the thick leaf in her mouth and squeezed out its contents onto her ankle. The cool gel soothed the sting, though the bruising still throbbed. The crow brought the dried leaf to her ankle and draped it over her leg. Cocking his head, it was apparent that that was all he could do. Using her other hoof, she wrapped it around slowly, it was difficult to do, even without the fact that every touch was painful. But eventually it was wrapped around tightly, and she winced as her crow tucked the loose end in. That will do for now.

Looking up at Swampsong, she stated, "Make yourself useful and help me walk. It will take some time to get back to the swamp and I can move easier if I lean against you." she said, motioning for Acorn to follow. "We have several kimeti to hunt down, and time is of the essence....Acorn. Tell me more of this illness.." she said.  

[elufae]

Grunting softly as she forced herself to stand, Crows Blood leaned heavily on the buck's flank at first. It was awkward to move in this fashion, even with Acorn's help as well. But at least she didn't have to put much weight on her ankle.

Holding the wounded leg up, she hobbled forward with the two before speaking.

"It seems to me that the swamp was calling you, and your kin. Just as the Motherfather beckoned Swampsong and I to the edge of the swamp, closer to you. If I didn't know any better, I would say that she is calling us together. Or..perhaps I am thinking to deeply into this. Perhaps the Swamp simply holds a certain plant...whose pollen floating in the winds is the cure for this "Ache"...Nevertheless, we will never find out if we do not return to the Swamp and seek out those who may hold the answers." she nodded, and trudged forwards, cursing her wound under her breath.