Himself

[desperance]

The young demigod was copiously sick overnight; but he ate all his breakfast this morning, and condescended to sit on me for an hour, and then heroically assaulted a bootlace; and just now he took a flying leap onto the desk to interpose his body between me and the evil manuscript I'm actually trying to work from here. I think this is what matociquala calls 'mammalian assistance'. He has toothed and clawed those wicked, wicked pages and gone strutting off to bed. I guess he's feeling better.

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[mountainlaurel.livejournal.com]

I'm glad his majesty is feeling so much better.