Tickles? Luke looked at the wall. That was a strange reaction.
“That’s gross!” Nessa wiped her hand on her dress. “Do you really think that’s blood?”
Luke led the way out of the cave as Nessa skipped beside him. “Probably not. It’s what you want it to be, I suppose.”
“What do you want it to be?”
“It’s not for me to say. It’s not my legend. Mel says it’s blood, then it’s blood.”
Nessa nodded. “I think Mel is right. She is always right.”
Luke grinned at the child as she hurried to catch up with her sister.
