04-09-2020, 09:10 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]A commotion lulled Selby from a lazy stroll, and he quickly made his way over. An excessive amount of noise was never a good thing, especially not in Tanglewood. A lot of people were congregated here, Beck one of them. He watched for a moment as his son broke down in tears, concern stirring him to come over and wrap an arm gently around his shoulders. He pulls him closer and leans forward to tenderly murmur, “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Now for the sources of the tears.
A gaggle of strangers stood before them, and it wasn’t hard to see that they were the reasons for his sudden sadness. His eyes narrowed a bit, taking in each and every one of them. Despite the differing species, it wasn’t difficult to spot a familial similarity between themselves and the weeping ghost in his grasp.
Selby had supposed that it was likely that Beck had had siblings in his life. However, not much thought had been dedicated to the idea. It had been centuries ago, and in those hundreds of years, not one of them had shown themselves. Why now? he couldn’t help but think bitterly. They’d been dead too. They seemed to remember him. Surely if they had looked... He quickly turned from these bitter thoughts. It was important to give the benefit of the doubt. He didn’t know the story.
“Hello,” he says to the group, again looking them all over. “My name is Selby. I’m Beck’s father.” Dropping the ‘adopted’ from the title was deliberate. It only served to separate the ghost from his biological children, when indeed there was none in his mind. Beck was truly one of his own.
Now for the sources of the tears.
A gaggle of strangers stood before them, and it wasn’t hard to see that they were the reasons for his sudden sadness. His eyes narrowed a bit, taking in each and every one of them. Despite the differing species, it wasn’t difficult to spot a familial similarity between themselves and the weeping ghost in his grasp.
Selby had supposed that it was likely that Beck had had siblings in his life. However, not much thought had been dedicated to the idea. It had been centuries ago, and in those hundreds of years, not one of them had shown themselves. Why now? he couldn’t help but think bitterly. They’d been dead too. They seemed to remember him. Surely if they had looked... He quickly turned from these bitter thoughts. It was important to give the benefit of the doubt. He didn’t know the story.
“Hello,” he says to the group, again looking them all over. “My name is Selby. I’m Beck’s father.” Dropping the ‘adopted’ from the title was deliberate. It only served to separate the ghost from his biological children, when indeed there was none in his mind. Beck was truly one of his own.