09-14-2019, 06:06 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]At Delilah’s call, Selby found himself quickly approaching her voice. Moth’s attack, though an unfortunate event, had endeared Delilah even more to him and he itched to meet her son. Children had always seemed strange to him, and his last interaction with one had been ages ago. He’d offered to teach her how to garden and she had seemed excited at the time, but Florence had never followed up on the offer. Maybe she had only accepted to be polite? Regardless, the sawbone didn’t have much of a track record when it came to young ones.
He stopped when he came to the small crowd that had gathered. The small kit seemed hesitant to introduce himself before he knew anyone else’s name. "My name is Selby. It’s a pleasure to meet you," he introduced amiably.
He stopped when he came to the small crowd that had gathered. The small kit seemed hesitant to introduce himself before he knew anyone else’s name. "My name is Selby. It’s a pleasure to meet you," he introduced amiably.