08-26-2018, 05:27 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby appeared behind his older sister, confusion apparent on his kittenish face. 'Home' was a foreign concept to him, a nomad who slept in a new den almost as soon as the old one became familiar. So when his father had explained to him that they were to have a forever home, he hadn't known what to think. When his sister had talked about perhaps meeting other people, he had almost flown into panic. The only people besides Crow and Pastel that he had ever known he could barely remember, though he knew that his family had been upset when they weren't around anymore.
Of his early life, Selby could recall very little details. The days ran together like a watercolor left in the rain. He could remember helping Pastel to build a broom, but he suspected that he only remembered because she used it nearly every day. He couldn't remember his mother, and Crow never spoke of them. Selby had never thought to miss them, though. As far as family went, Crow and Pastel were more than enough to satisfy him.
The journey here had been difficult. They had walked until he was certain he couldn't take another step and then some. His feet were sore and he could feel the beginnings of hunger claw at his belly. His throat was more than a little dry as well, but he hadn't said anything in fear of slowing down his family.
Taking in the surrounding area, he noticed a heavy, boggy smell in the air. It wasn't bad per se, but unfamiliar at best and intimidating at the very least. He saw a weird looking animal in a tree- was that a squirrel with two tails? How was that possible? Selby felt overwhelmed. He looked back at his father, worry written across his face. "Papa, are you sure about this place?" he asked slowly, voice thick with emotion.
Of his early life, Selby could recall very little details. The days ran together like a watercolor left in the rain. He could remember helping Pastel to build a broom, but he suspected that he only remembered because she used it nearly every day. He couldn't remember his mother, and Crow never spoke of them. Selby had never thought to miss them, though. As far as family went, Crow and Pastel were more than enough to satisfy him.
The journey here had been difficult. They had walked until he was certain he couldn't take another step and then some. His feet were sore and he could feel the beginnings of hunger claw at his belly. His throat was more than a little dry as well, but he hadn't said anything in fear of slowing down his family.
Taking in the surrounding area, he noticed a heavy, boggy smell in the air. It wasn't bad per se, but unfamiliar at best and intimidating at the very least. He saw a weird looking animal in a tree- was that a squirrel with two tails? How was that possible? Selby felt overwhelmed. He looked back at his father, worry written across his face. "Papa, are you sure about this place?" he asked slowly, voice thick with emotion.