11-17-2019, 04:49 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Pain was the only thing on Selby’s mind as he hobbled home from the raid. His shoulder screamed of it with every favored step, and his back groaned with every stretch he required of it. The journey, already not a short one, felt unbearably long. With every step, the sawbone longed to stop and rest. Sleep seemed necessary. Still, he kept himself going. The sooner he could get his wounds treated, the better. The threat of infection kept him going the most, unwilling to go through what he had with the spore plant again.
The border came into sight, and with that, a familiar figure. Relief flooded him. Moth. The one he trusted the most in the whole of the world. She’d been there for him when he needed her, and Selby would be grateful for that always. On top of that, he had trained her to be able to heal and was more than confident in her ability to do so. When he approached, his legs all but gave out in relief and he fell to the ground in front of her.
“Moth...” he rasped from his place on the ground. He knew he must look pathetic from his place on the earth before her, but it didn’t matter to him in that moment. “Hi.”
The border came into sight, and with that, a familiar figure. Relief flooded him. Moth. The one he trusted the most in the whole of the world. She’d been there for him when he needed her, and Selby would be grateful for that always. On top of that, he had trained her to be able to heal and was more than confident in her ability to do so. When he approached, his legs all but gave out in relief and he fell to the ground in front of her.
“Moth...” he rasped from his place on the ground. He knew he must look pathetic from his place on the earth before her, but it didn’t matter to him in that moment. “Hi.”