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Being mortal, Jareth found, was exactly as unpleasant as he'd expected it to be.
Not only was his magic gone, he was now susceptible to things like temperature, and to top it all off, he seemed to have caught some horrible jungle fever. He was coughing and sniffling most unattractively, and felt like his head weighed twice what it usually did. Of course, he didn't actually have a fever, but that wasn't important. For the first time in his life, he was sick, and it was bloody miserable.
He'd made his home thus far in the base of a giant half-rotted tree near the beach; it had been hollowed out by a previous inhabitant and made quite the comfortable sleeping space. He hadn't left it much recently, and was rather bored. Boredom, however, was less important than nursing his aching head.
He sniffed, and wished desperately that the dwarf had come with him, so at least then he'd have someone to snarl at, guilt-free.
Not only was his magic gone, he was now susceptible to things like temperature, and to top it all off, he seemed to have caught some horrible jungle fever. He was coughing and sniffling most unattractively, and felt like his head weighed twice what it usually did. Of course, he didn't actually have a fever, but that wasn't important. For the first time in his life, he was sick, and it was bloody miserable.
He'd made his home thus far in the base of a giant half-rotted tree near the beach; it had been hollowed out by a previous inhabitant and made quite the comfortable sleeping space. He hadn't left it much recently, and was rather bored. Boredom, however, was less important than nursing his aching head.
He sniffed, and wished desperately that the dwarf had come with him, so at least then he'd have someone to snarl at, guilt-free.