05-13-2019, 10:23 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby felt his father stiffen at his words, and he released Crow with confusion. Why had that set him off? Bad memories of his parents? Had he seen them meet their end? Had they been awful? He itched to ask, but told himself that this was not quite the right time.
He watched Crow curiously. Is he okay? He seems anxious... Crow apparently seemed to notice the bracelet— he’s changing the subject, his mind told him. Selby decided it best to follow Crow’s lead. They wouldn’t get anywhere if his father could barely stand from the nerves.
”I, erm, thanks,” Selby replied after a moment’s pause, ignoring the itching crawl up his back begging him to deflect the compliment. ”I made it for you,” he said again, feeling a bit lame.
Why was it so hard to carry a conversation? Selby was introverted, sure, but he didn’t think himself a poor conversationalist. Crow, though, had never been talkative that he could remember. His father had usually just watched on as Pastel and him talked amongst themselves about worms or whatever had plagued their interests that day. I’ll just give him more to go off of, he thought determinedly.
”I made one for Pas too, but I haven’t seen her around so much. I hope she’s okay,” he began, before realizing that Crow’s relationship with Pastel might be sore spot as well.
Quickly, he ran through other ideas in his head. Plants? Important to him, but not likely interesting to Crow. Books? He hadn’t read anything good lately. Pastel? Probably not. His parents? Definitely not. Morgan leaving? No. This is harder than I thought it would be...
Tentatively, he continued on the path of beadwork. ”I’ve been practicing a lot with more intricate patterns. If you don’t like that one, I could swap it out for you if you want.”
He watched Crow curiously. Is he okay? He seems anxious... Crow apparently seemed to notice the bracelet— he’s changing the subject, his mind told him. Selby decided it best to follow Crow’s lead. They wouldn’t get anywhere if his father could barely stand from the nerves.
”I, erm, thanks,” Selby replied after a moment’s pause, ignoring the itching crawl up his back begging him to deflect the compliment. ”I made it for you,” he said again, feeling a bit lame.
Why was it so hard to carry a conversation? Selby was introverted, sure, but he didn’t think himself a poor conversationalist. Crow, though, had never been talkative that he could remember. His father had usually just watched on as Pastel and him talked amongst themselves about worms or whatever had plagued their interests that day. I’ll just give him more to go off of, he thought determinedly.
”I made one for Pas too, but I haven’t seen her around so much. I hope she’s okay,” he began, before realizing that Crow’s relationship with Pastel might be sore spot as well.
Quickly, he ran through other ideas in his head. Plants? Important to him, but not likely interesting to Crow. Books? He hadn’t read anything good lately. Pastel? Probably not. His parents? Definitely not. Morgan leaving? No. This is harder than I thought it would be...
Tentatively, he continued on the path of beadwork. ”I’ve been practicing a lot with more intricate patterns. If you don’t like that one, I could swap it out for you if you want.”