Farley looked at the open gash in his palm, tinted green with magic. It didn't seem real, though he knew it would hurt like mad if he touched it.
The wound itself wasn't dangerous - a moment of dark curiosity and sheer boredom - but he started to treat it, anyway, pressing the gauze down tight. Force of habit.
When he was done, he looked at it carefully, half-expecting the bandage to melt or start on fire, and as he worked, he kept glancing back at it.
Sorta-scientific curiosity or not, he wouldn't be doing that again in a hurry.
Farley looked at the open gash in his palm, tinted green with magic. It didn't seem real, though he knew it would hurt like mad if he touched it.
The wound itself wasn't dangerous - a moment of dark curiosity and sheer boredom - but he started to treat it, anyway, pressing the gauze down tight. Force of habit.
When he was done, he looked at it carefully, half-expecting the bandage to melt or start on fire, and as he worked, he kept glancing back at it.
Sorta-scientific curiosity or not, he wouldn't be doing that again in a hurry.
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