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"dis be a way to cut de kelp when you fin' it," she said to @Etienne. the ruby demonstrated how he could cut the string of the leaves on the sharp edge of a clamshell, propped up between a stone and a hard paw.
lifting her head and letting him try, erzulie's nose wrinkled as the air carried her a fetid aroma. she left off the boy, though he could follow if he wished, and walked carefully along the trail of the dark scent. at the sight of a crumpled figure along the borders, she motioned for her grandson to stay back.
the ruby moved with ginger steps, and then her plume flagged with surprise and confidence. a young woman, festering with gashes.
bear.
"eti. go an' bring de kelp we gat'ered yesterday. de powdered stuff. an' some red strips," the powerful sea-plants that ate the festering from wounds. she checked the girl's breathing, smelled the rot and the infection in all parts of the small body. a clock ticked harshly overhead. 
she summoned @Rhaegal with a quick howl. "we need to get her up an' into de meadow," she decided, for she would need open space to complete her work.
"it might be de same who attacked de boys," erzulie added of the harsh bear-slashes rent in the stranger's flesh. she pulled old moss from sticking wounds, exposing the true breadth of the suppuration underneath.