03-18-2019, 01:06 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby felt like a bad son. He had practically disappeared for months on end for no good reason and had missed the fact that his father had been promoted to leader. He sought to bridge the gap between himself and Crow. And so he sent a red-winged blackbird with a note attached to its leg asking Crow to meet him in his little nook in the woods, where he kept a tidy row of potted herbs protected by a salt circle.
Selby sat waiting, but he was not empty handed. He had brought with him a beaded bracelet that he had made, the colors various greens, grays, and blacks. The design of it was deceptively simple, becoming more complex the longer one looked at it. Selby meant it as a symbol of good wishes, but was afraid that it would not be perceived as such.
Selby sat waiting, but he was not empty handed. He had brought with him a beaded bracelet that he had made, the colors various greens, grays, and blacks. The design of it was deceptively simple, becoming more complex the longer one looked at it. Selby meant it as a symbol of good wishes, but was afraid that it would not be perceived as such.