08-17-2019, 04:43 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Recent events left Selby without a proper garden; what was left of the old one was shriveled and beyond salvation, killed by the humongous plant that had made him ill. The sawbone has taken to calling it 'Magnum Purpura', Latin for 'big purple'. Perhaps not the most creative choice, but creativity was not among the traits one might accuse him of having.
This was the reason Selby found himself in the communal garden today. He was looking for some plants he didn’t have seeds for to take cuttings of, but so far he hadn’t had much luck. He supposed he could go to Delilah, but recent events made that option unappealing.
A sudden voice calling his name caused him to shoot up, his dark head peeking up over rows of plants to find the source of the noise. He found it without much difficulty, spotting the little island fox. "Moth?" he called out, alerting her to his position. "I didn’t expect to see you here."
And then he remembered that he was supposed to be teaching her, and he was kicking himself mentally. Of course she would come looking for him, Selby hadn’t even made an attempt to reach out to her. "Oh, I’m so sorry! I was supposed to be teaching you already... I’ve been so busy lately, I’d forgotten. Is that what you’re here for? I have some time now, if that’s the case," he rambled, mentally scrambling to scratch a lesson plan together. Truth be told, he didn’t feel ready to teach Moth. Though he knew a lot, he was lacking in experience and was afraid he’d say something wrong. Still, this was his job, and he’d be damned if he didn’t at least attempt to rise to the occasion.
This was the reason Selby found himself in the communal garden today. He was looking for some plants he didn’t have seeds for to take cuttings of, but so far he hadn’t had much luck. He supposed he could go to Delilah, but recent events made that option unappealing.
A sudden voice calling his name caused him to shoot up, his dark head peeking up over rows of plants to find the source of the noise. He found it without much difficulty, spotting the little island fox. "Moth?" he called out, alerting her to his position. "I didn’t expect to see you here."
And then he remembered that he was supposed to be teaching her, and he was kicking himself mentally. Of course she would come looking for him, Selby hadn’t even made an attempt to reach out to her. "Oh, I’m so sorry! I was supposed to be teaching you already... I’ve been so busy lately, I’d forgotten. Is that what you’re here for? I have some time now, if that’s the case," he rambled, mentally scrambling to scratch a lesson plan together. Truth be told, he didn’t feel ready to teach Moth. Though he knew a lot, he was lacking in experience and was afraid he’d say something wrong. Still, this was his job, and he’d be damned if he didn’t at least attempt to rise to the occasion.