Event: Uh oh....
Anders is not a happy mage. He is, quite honestly, a very pissed off mage. One that’s trying desperately not to panic. If he had one major fault, it was his inability to deal with boredom. This time, he’d decided to do some experimenting, work up a new spell or two. The result being that the walls in his room were now a horrible shade of mauve, Ser Pounce-a-lot was missing…and he was apparently twelve-years-old again.
Maker, going through puberty had been bad enough the first time: awkward growth spurts, the crackling voice varying between high and low pitch, not to mention raging hormones…
Okay, that last one probably wouldn’t be all that noticeable. But he was sure he could feel a huge pimple forming on his chin.
He was pissed off, and worried, and definitely starting to panic. So he searched around for the one person he knew he could trust to, if not fix things, at least listen to him whine. Which is why a scrawny, pimply, greasy-haired boy is now running up to that person, a look of panic and relief on his face.
“Oh, thank the Maker! You have got to help me!”
Maker, going through puberty had been bad enough the first time: awkward growth spurts, the crackling voice varying between high and low pitch, not to mention raging hormones…
Okay, that last one probably wouldn’t be all that noticeable. But he was sure he could feel a huge pimple forming on his chin.
He was pissed off, and worried, and definitely starting to panic. So he searched around for the one person he knew he could trust to, if not fix things, at least listen to him whine. Which is why a scrawny, pimply, greasy-haired boy is now running up to that person, a look of panic and relief on his face.
“Oh, thank the Maker! You have got to help me!”