08-29-2019, 11:34 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby’s head turned away from Pastel’s body as he heard Moth speak. He hadn’t noticed her approach, and so the medic was a little freaked out by her sudden words. How long has she been there? His apprentice’s words did not register until a moment after she had finished speaking. Step away? Who would bury her then? He shook his head frantically, mentally clinging to her body.
Now more alert, Selby was easily able to hear Wormwood’s approach. His ears flicked with the slightest hint of annoyance. There was going to be a whole crowd of people soon. With a sigh, he looked over to see the lion, and suddenly there was yelling. His giant ears slammed against his head and stayed there even after Wormwood left.
Next came Perseus, whom Selby had only seen a handful of times and never really spoken to. The dog came and sat down, a respectful distance away. He was glad for his quiet presence, or he would be if the situation were different.
For a moment before Wormwood returned, the junkyard was peaceful. He looked back at Pastel. How could this be happening? She’d always been the better fighter, even though she was the same size she had been when she first had joined. She’d always been braver, always more... everything. Had her size made her a target? Why had she been killed? Why had Jervis-
Wormwood was back.
The beast collapsed before him, blanket falling from his jaws. Selby watched him coldly, yellow eyes empty and devoid of their usual warmth. Why the urgency? Pastel was dead, and though not in the ground quite yet, she might as well have been. He listened to his rambles, frustration growing. How dare he? There were a million different things everyone could have done differently to prevent this, and yet Wormwood seemed to place all blame on himself. He’d never even met Pastel. Still, he remained silent.
He tuned out all the voices as he took the blanket and spread it over his sister, tucking it under her body so he could flip her over safely. Selby did so, wrapping her up snugly in it. She’d want to be buried under a tree. Something with flowers. "Find a fruit tree to bury her under, please," he said, barely audible to anyone who wasn’t paying attention.
Now more alert, Selby was easily able to hear Wormwood’s approach. His ears flicked with the slightest hint of annoyance. There was going to be a whole crowd of people soon. With a sigh, he looked over to see the lion, and suddenly there was yelling. His giant ears slammed against his head and stayed there even after Wormwood left.
Next came Perseus, whom Selby had only seen a handful of times and never really spoken to. The dog came and sat down, a respectful distance away. He was glad for his quiet presence, or he would be if the situation were different.
For a moment before Wormwood returned, the junkyard was peaceful. He looked back at Pastel. How could this be happening? She’d always been the better fighter, even though she was the same size she had been when she first had joined. She’d always been braver, always more... everything. Had her size made her a target? Why had she been killed? Why had Jervis-
Wormwood was back.
The beast collapsed before him, blanket falling from his jaws. Selby watched him coldly, yellow eyes empty and devoid of their usual warmth. Why the urgency? Pastel was dead, and though not in the ground quite yet, she might as well have been. He listened to his rambles, frustration growing. How dare he? There were a million different things everyone could have done differently to prevent this, and yet Wormwood seemed to place all blame on himself. He’d never even met Pastel. Still, he remained silent.
He tuned out all the voices as he took the blanket and spread it over his sister, tucking it under her body so he could flip her over safely. Selby did so, wrapping her up snugly in it. She’d want to be buried under a tree. Something with flowers. "Find a fruit tree to bury her under, please," he said, barely audible to anyone who wasn’t paying attention.