09-22-2019, 06:31 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Books had always held a significant presence in Selby’s life. His fondest memories often included them, and many of them had helped shape his view of the world and how he wanted to navigate it. Needless to say, reading was among his favorite pastimes, though the time to do it had decreased radically in recent times. His medic duties took up a large portion of his time now; and Pastel’s death, only a short month ago, still felt new and raw and had gone largely unaddressed.
This particular afternoon found Selby taking a much needed break in the form of a walk. Despite the recent turn in the seasons, the weather was still uncomfortably warm most of the time. Today, however, the humidity was low and there was a pleasant breeze wafting through the territory. It seemed only smart to take advantage of this.
In the distance, he spotted a familiar face with one that wasn’t so familiar. Though his plans had not initially contained socialization, he hadn’t seen Wormwood outside of an emergent situation lately, so he decided it would be best to head over. When he got close enough, he recognized the odd figure as Crowley, someone who he hadn’t had the opportunity to get to know quite yet. "Hello, Wormwood, Crowley" Selby greeted pleasantly as he approached. "What’re you doing with all those books? They seem heavy." Craning his neck a little, the sawbone could spot numerous novels in the open container. Why would Wormwood be moving so many books? His mind flickered to his own bookshelf in his old house, mentally reminding himself that he needed to find the time to pack.
This particular afternoon found Selby taking a much needed break in the form of a walk. Despite the recent turn in the seasons, the weather was still uncomfortably warm most of the time. Today, however, the humidity was low and there was a pleasant breeze wafting through the territory. It seemed only smart to take advantage of this.
In the distance, he spotted a familiar face with one that wasn’t so familiar. Though his plans had not initially contained socialization, he hadn’t seen Wormwood outside of an emergent situation lately, so he decided it would be best to head over. When he got close enough, he recognized the odd figure as Crowley, someone who he hadn’t had the opportunity to get to know quite yet. "Hello, Wormwood, Crowley" Selby greeted pleasantly as he approached. "What’re you doing with all those books? They seem heavy." Craning his neck a little, the sawbone could spot numerous novels in the open container. Why would Wormwood be moving so many books? His mind flickered to his own bookshelf in his old house, mentally reminding himself that he needed to find the time to pack.