greatcomposure
Mial has a nap.
Then, because he promised, he drags himself out of bed and lumps around the house until he locates his mother.
"What is it, love?"
"I'm sad for no reason, is there a spell or something that'll make me not?"
"I don't know of any spell that will do a thing like that," she says, scooping him up and kissing his forehead.
"Okay," he sighs. "Thanks." And he flomps his head on her shoulder.
Then, because he promised, he drags himself out of bed and lumps around the house until he locates his mother.
"What is it, love?"
"I'm sad for no reason, is there a spell or something that'll make me not?"
"I don't know of any spell that will do a thing like that," she says, scooping him up and kissing his forehead.
"Okay," he sighs. "Thanks." And he flomps his head on her shoulder.
greatcomposure
Mial lumps around the house.
But a few days later, of his own accord, he birds and flies in a little circle. Then he goes and finds his mom and asks her to find him something to do, anything, as long as it's something he hasn't tried yet. She thinks about this request for an angle or two and then comes back to him with a book on paper folding, which he digs into with rapidly accelerating glee. By the end of the week, he's bouncing around like nothing ever happened, and when he finishes learning all the different figures in the book he asks his mom for more.
But a few days later, of his own accord, he birds and flies in a little circle. Then he goes and finds his mom and asks her to find him something to do, anything, as long as it's something he hasn't tried yet. She thinks about this request for an angle or two and then comes back to him with a book on paper folding, which he digs into with rapidly accelerating glee. By the end of the week, he's bouncing around like nothing ever happened, and when he finishes learning all the different figures in the book he asks his mom for more.