09-24-2019, 08:19 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]The death of Pastel, while a tragic and momentous event in Selby’s life, did very little to effect the general going-ons of Tanglewood. People still got hurt. There were still chores to be done, duties to be performed. The world still spun, no matter how much the sawbone wished it would pause even for just a moment so he could catch up with it.
One particular example of this was the attack on Moth. It had come at a particularly bad time, when Selby had begun to rely on her help. Her dislocated shoulder put her on bed rest, and Selby’s slight fallout with Kiira meant he once again piled work on top of himself. There was still Delilah of course, but the feline didn’t want to ask too much of her. She did enough for him as it was.
Today marked an important step in Moth’s recovery, however. Her shoulder was healed for the most part, meaning she could leave bed rest and do light physical activity. It also meant Selby wouldn’t have to check up on her quite as much, putting a not insignificant amount of time back on his schedule.
Though he didn’t have to see her today, he thought it would be best to check up on her anyway. When he went to see her at her home, however, she was nowhere to be seen. Thinking back to his numerous conversations with her over the past few weeks, he remembered that Moth mentioned wanting to visit the garden once she was better. It didn’t take long to find her, sitting and reading among the herbs.
"Hello, Moth," he greeted pleasantly as he approached, taking a seat a respectful distance away. "I thought I might find you here. How are you? Any pain? Stiffness?"
One particular example of this was the attack on Moth. It had come at a particularly bad time, when Selby had begun to rely on her help. Her dislocated shoulder put her on bed rest, and Selby’s slight fallout with Kiira meant he once again piled work on top of himself. There was still Delilah of course, but the feline didn’t want to ask too much of her. She did enough for him as it was.
Today marked an important step in Moth’s recovery, however. Her shoulder was healed for the most part, meaning she could leave bed rest and do light physical activity. It also meant Selby wouldn’t have to check up on her quite as much, putting a not insignificant amount of time back on his schedule.
Though he didn’t have to see her today, he thought it would be best to check up on her anyway. When he went to see her at her home, however, she was nowhere to be seen. Thinking back to his numerous conversations with her over the past few weeks, he remembered that Moth mentioned wanting to visit the garden once she was better. It didn’t take long to find her, sitting and reading among the herbs.
"Hello, Moth," he greeted pleasantly as he approached, taking a seat a respectful distance away. "I thought I might find you here. How are you? Any pain? Stiffness?"