Blood and Bark and howling Ghosts

After fleeing his mum, Edmund made his way to the Feverlands. Was he procrastinating on sending that letter and meeting with her? Yes. But the young Ancient also wanted to continue his quest for Mother. The other materials were closer to Torchline anyway. The Hanging Tree was the only place that he had to visit that was out of the way. He figured he could stop there before heading back and dealing with the consequences of his choices. Finding the tree, Edmund paused and simply stared. In his hands he had a jar that would hold both the bark and blood from the tree, but where did he start? Nibbling on his lower lip nervously, the young Ancient took out a knife and began to carefully carve and pry off pieces of bark. His eyes widened as the blood began to pour without further prompting. "Oh!" With his other hand, Edmund placed the jar to catch the blood as he worked. Focusing on his task. the Ancient paid little mind to his surroundings. He knew he should, but juggling the jar, the knife, and the flowing blood was taking all of his effort. Edmund the prince of torchline