And so all things come to an end. Memories, stale and bitter as they are sweet and loving. One should be grateful that Set's been returned to his human guise, but I can admit to missing having him smile. There is still the question of what do with the yorkie Seth. Returned to his own form, he's just as endearing, but I fear myself too inconsistent ( Read more... )

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Oh, who turned him back? I rather liked my son the other way. You know, being fun. And the ring, not near as interesting as Siegfried's, but it's amusing. Who gave it to him? I should really get to know my new in-laws shouldn't I? Kvasir's waiting and all. I'm not sure how long it will take him to undue those knots.

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 I suspect he won't try that again. My dearest little Kvasir tried to throw me in the ocean, now who would put such an idea in the boy's head? Whoever did it can fish him out of the ocean, I'd rather my property not drown and such. Maybe he'll finally learn to swim. Hm, he may owe me something for this then.

What the fuck is this anyway? A journal ( Read more... )

I seem to have acquired a feline. I was uncertain of its origins, which spoke volumes more than I would like. The reasons for him to retain such a form remain a mystery to myself, but as of yet he's refused pleas to leave and return to his mortal guise. At least his mercurial moods are tempered by the small form, though the scratches testify to how ( Read more... )