09-23-2019, 07:42 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]The second Moth was able to move freely again and out of her house, she did just that. The leopard was tired of sitting in her small hut of a house, reading when she felt like it - most of the time reading things that would help with her learning so that she would be able to keep up with it. It was something that, although she was interested in the subject, she was very very tired of it, but, at this point in time, she had nothing else to read or do, so she stuck with it, sleeping when she got too bored, and when awake reading about the herbs Selby was teaching her about.
But she was free now, and didn’t have to worry about staying inside and being bored. She could get fresh air by being out in the area where the fresh air was instead of keeping her door open to let it in. It was nice. She knew that it had been only in her best interest, and she held no grudges, but she was more than glad it was over. How she celebrated this freedom was something one would not expect from the female, however.
She had found a short story book, something that wasn’t too complex in the vocabulary, and had carried it over to the garden before sitting down in the sun by the plants and reading it. She had been reading so much about these plants and herbs and knew so much about them, but not what they looked like in person, not what they smelled like, so she sat there, letting the warmth wash over her body as the smell of various plants washed through her nose, making her wish she had done this before she had been injured.
But she was free now, and didn’t have to worry about staying inside and being bored. She could get fresh air by being out in the area where the fresh air was instead of keeping her door open to let it in. It was nice. She knew that it had been only in her best interest, and she held no grudges, but she was more than glad it was over. How she celebrated this freedom was something one would not expect from the female, however.
She had found a short story book, something that wasn’t too complex in the vocabulary, and had carried it over to the garden before sitting down in the sun by the plants and reading it. She had been reading so much about these plants and herbs and knew so much about them, but not what they looked like in person, not what they smelled like, so she sat there, letting the warmth wash over her body as the smell of various plants washed through her nose, making her wish she had done this before she had been injured.