It's the oddest thing, you know. Losing my powers has almost enhanced my desire for activity. Working with my hands in the garden, and now, I am thinking of working on a room, maybe shielding it as may be done physically, so that magic can be done inside without harming others.
An interesting project, no?
And perhaps making such a thing for physical fighting as well?
You avoidin' me for any particular reason? Can hobble jus' fine to the shower on my own, you know, so it ain't the smell.
I'm trying to give you the space you need to deal with the issue, cause I reckon you don't want to hear from me... is that the wrong thing to do here? I suck at this
You should drop by. I got some stuff called 'pop-corn' I thought I'd try, but I ain't got any clue how to get the bag open to eat it.
Reckon you're lookin' t'be alone right now, an' I respect that, but if you wanna talk I got nothin' better t'do than sit here an' keep my damn leg elevated.
We don't even have t'talk about that, you don't want to.
An' jus' so you're aware, I don't hear you're safe in the next two hours, I'll be peltin' you with them urgent journal posts til someone hears the racket and finds you. On second thought, I ain't gonna warn you 'bout that
Drop me a line in the next hour or so, darlin'? Just wanna know you're okay safe.