04-04-2020, 08:21 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Strangely enough, researching respiratory illness was taking up much of the sawbone’s time. Though he knew that he could not cure his daughter’s congenital disease, he hoped that he could treat it and perhaps provide some sort of reprieve from her wheezing. Still, after a few weeks of research and a few tests, the new father was coming up empty.
It was torture. Every failure rebroke his heart.
A knock at the door distracted him from his book, and a large ear flicked in curiosity. His children wouldn’t knock; they knew they could just come in. It was Moth’s place technically, so she wouldn’t either. Few possessed the manners to knock these days, besides that. When Moth birthed, he remembered all sorts of people bursting in through the door without notice to intrude on the tender, private moment.
Setting his research aside, Selby came to the door and opened it. Greeting him was one of the intruders on that faithful day. “Oh... Caustic,” he said slowly, struggling to remember the name he’d only heard in passing. He’d encountered the wolf numerous times before; he remembered that Ivan had been irritated by his callousness, and Quentin frightened by the odd green gas he exhaled. Not the most glowing review. “Erm, hello. Come on in. Is there anything I can help you with?” Selby dipped his head as he stepped outside of the doorway, granting the larger creature entry.
It was torture. Every failure rebroke his heart.
A knock at the door distracted him from his book, and a large ear flicked in curiosity. His children wouldn’t knock; they knew they could just come in. It was Moth’s place technically, so she wouldn’t either. Few possessed the manners to knock these days, besides that. When Moth birthed, he remembered all sorts of people bursting in through the door without notice to intrude on the tender, private moment.
Setting his research aside, Selby came to the door and opened it. Greeting him was one of the intruders on that faithful day. “Oh... Caustic,” he said slowly, struggling to remember the name he’d only heard in passing. He’d encountered the wolf numerous times before; he remembered that Ivan had been irritated by his callousness, and Quentin frightened by the odd green gas he exhaled. Not the most glowing review. “Erm, hello. Come on in. Is there anything I can help you with?” Selby dipped his head as he stepped outside of the doorway, granting the larger creature entry.