Duncan squinted at it as well, bending down to get a closer look. It seemed too dark to be sap, but who knew with Zenderael's trees?
He glanced at the knife and noticed the smear of something along the blade. He brought it up to examine it. There was not a lot of it, whatever it was; knives did have a tendency to wipe themselves mostly clean when you pulled them out of whatever they were thrust into.
He slid his thumb along the blade, wiping one side of it clean, and squinted at the dark brownish smear against his skin. He rubbed it between his thumb and finger; it was wet, but not sticky like sap should have been. He wiped it off against the cuff of his sleeve, to see what colour it looked against white.
There was a very definite red tint to it.
"I don't think so, man," he said, turning his wrist to show Ezra the smudge on his sleeve, pointing to it. If Ezra had ever seen old, deoxygenated blood, that was what this looked like.
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He glanced at the knife and noticed the smear of something along the blade. He brought it up to examine it. There was not a lot of it, whatever it was; knives did have a tendency to wipe themselves mostly clean when you pulled them out of whatever they were thrust into.
He slid his thumb along the blade, wiping one side of it clean, and squinted at the dark brownish smear against his skin. He rubbed it between his thumb and finger; it was wet, but not sticky like sap should have been. He wiped it off against the cuff of his sleeve, to see what colour it looked against white.
There was a very definite red tint to it.
"I don't think so, man," he said, turning his wrist to show Ezra the smudge on his sleeve, pointing to it. If Ezra had ever seen old, deoxygenated blood, that was what this looked like.