Taking his hand from Tabitha's head, The Illustrator turned and started hobbling back to his corner, talking as he did.
"Come, child. I have a thing that should interest you," he muttered to Tabitha as he was walking away.
Tabitha obeyed, walking forward. Any gift from The Illustrator was a good gift. At times it was a book, other times it was an extra piece of clothing, but only for those that were attentive in The Illustrator’s lessons.
The Illustrator bent down, his old Bones
creaking as he thumbed through his pieces of parchment, the monocle glinting in the lamplight once more.
The Illustrator's face beamed as he picked up an item that was buried beneath his mounds of old parchment.
He turned to Tabitha and she stopped moving forward, glancing at the thing that was in The Illustrator's hand.
It was a small trinket, a gold-looking necklace chain with a crescent moon formed from iron.
Tabitha glanced at the necklace in The Illustrator's hand as it dangled from the chain and swayed slightly in the wind.
"I found this in an old book, rather an odd place for a piece of metal, I thought. But, at any rate, since I have no use for it you may as well take it my dear," stated The Illustrator to Tabitha and held out his hand with the necklace.
(to be continued...)