Naaramare and Bethberry carried Birdie off to the side of the campsite, near the waterskins and supplies. There Bethberry was able to prepare a refreshing poltice of herbs and cool water which Naaramare deftly applied to Birdie's head. Doing something positive gave Naaramare courage.
Bethberry then stood up and faced towards the trapped creature. Softly, then faster and louder, she began to sing a song which echoed around the campsite and bounced off the trees. Leaves began to rustle and branches to sway in rhythm to the song. The melody went forth, bounding and rebounding as each member of the group caught up the song, multiplying its sound as each heart heard it, until interchanging melodies were created, sometimes soft and sweet, sometimes terrible and awe-inspiring, but all working to blend out the clamorous waves of fear from the creature, revealing a sure theme to all, of hope.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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