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[ringwraithsix]

My wife has started passing out and going transparent. After a panic attack oh so cleverly disguised as complaining about my socks being missing, I remembered whose maia I am. Problem located and found. Plus my socks. Maia-ing's easier with socks.

So. Healing and finding a solution. :D I wonder if I can convince her it's elf cooties doing this.

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[wraithchildfive]

::has left a note pinned to a sock::

Hi Dad,
Uner ate one of your stockings. If anything comes out intact, we'll post it to you.

Toodles,
Iende and Uner.

[ringwraithsix]

bless you, wee child.

If you want a baby to feed Uner, my wife'll be popping one out soon. If you pay postage it's all yours.

love, daddy.

[wraithchildfive]

Daddy,

The postage is covered. I figured out how to turn pencils into mythril and left some in your uneaten stocking.

yours scientifically lovingly,

Iende.

and Uner.

[wraithchildfive]

ps: if you happen to have any fresh wraithtype babies lying about, Uner is hungry and has developed a taste for them.

[7thequiet]

curled up as tightly as she can be in her condition Fuck. What's happening to me?

[ringwraithsix]

Tell me, do you miss having a digestive system and other various bodily effects that help with the very first stages of child-rearing?

Or, alternately, those dirty dirty elf cooties. That's what's happening to you.

[7thequiet]

What?!

glare If it was "elf cooties" I would have gotten it ages ago.

[ringwraithsix]

They can be dormant for ages?

Ehn. Isn't that. The sprog's just sucking out your soul. Or whatever. Innit he a cute little parasite?