03-18-2019, 03:26 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby startled at the sudden voice, but softened almost immediately at the sight of the child. He smiled slightly at her inquiry, remembering what it was like to be that age.
There were five pots, each containing an herb. ”Hello. This first one here with the flowers is chamomile. I like it with tea. This one with the soft leaves is basil. It’s good for my sachets,” he began, pointing to the first two in turn. Being a witch, he often prepared small sachets to protect his home, give good dreams, and banish negative feelings (among other things).
Selby continued down the line, firing off the last three plants. ”This sparse looking one is thyme, the spiky one is rosemary, and the last is sage.”
He studied the child and realized he hadn’t met her before. ”I’m Selby Roux. What’s your name?”
There were five pots, each containing an herb. ”Hello. This first one here with the flowers is chamomile. I like it with tea. This one with the soft leaves is basil. It’s good for my sachets,” he began, pointing to the first two in turn. Being a witch, he often prepared small sachets to protect his home, give good dreams, and banish negative feelings (among other things).
Selby continued down the line, firing off the last three plants. ”This sparse looking one is thyme, the spiky one is rosemary, and the last is sage.”
He studied the child and realized he hadn’t met her before. ”I’m Selby Roux. What’s your name?”