Another Task for the Watchmaker

Greg's eyes widened even more than they already had, "You're a Rothfus? My young sir, it's an honor to meet someone from your family. I loved your grandfather's work. Please, tell me how this goes with the other items here and I'll find the perfect finishing touch!"

Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. XIV: More Than A Melody

Most children enjoy being tended to by their mothers when they are under the weather, but Little Miss Hobbs needed only the weather to tend to her, and mayhaps a bottle of bubbles to blow indoors without a mother to scold her about the scum it'd surely leave on the windows and floor.

Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. XIII: Revisiting the Watchmaker

*A Note: To fully understand this post, you must first read Little Miss Hobbs, Pts. VI-XI: Applause for the Watchmaker* The moon splashed the curtains with a cheerful shade of gray as the twilit corridors of her humble home filled with the sound of thunderous rain. Little Miss Hobbs had taken the trouble of rearranging everything just before bed... Continue Reading →

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