He said "I bet you don't remember me"
The witch leans farther from the doorway, and the movement only makes him larger. His head swells above the chocolate eaves, his apron stretching grotesquely across a body now far too broad to fit through the entrance, while the shadow he casts spills ahead of him in long, reaching fingers. One bulging eye fixes on Kaisel with terrible interest, the other squinting as his crooked grin begins to spread. He seems almost eager for the answer, for the little boy before him to offer up the promise himself, and his gnarled hand curls around the edge of the doorframe as though all he needs is one more word before he can reach down and take hold.
Then, the gumdrop strikes him squarely in the middle of the stomach. For one stunned second, the witch simply blinks at it. Then the force of the tiny sweet sends him flying backward into the cottage with a shriek of outrage, knocking through the doorway in a magnificent flurry of flailing limbs and frog-print apron. Something crashes inside, followed by the clatter of what sounds like several shelves giving up entirely beneath his weight, and a moment later one of the gumdrop shutters pops loose and tumbles into the street.
By the time Kaisel has turned to flee, however, there is someone waiting at the edge of the trees. Remi stands there in the guise of a friendly woodsman, an axe slung easily over one shoulder and the sleeves of a worn flannel shirt rolled to his forearms. He raises his brows as Kaisel nearly barrels into him, his expression open and pleasantly puzzled. "Whoa, whoa," he says, looking down at the boy with mild concern. "Where are you off to in such a rush, young man?"
Then, the gumdrop strikes him squarely in the middle of the stomach. For one stunned second, the witch simply blinks at it. Then the force of the tiny sweet sends him flying backward into the cottage with a shriek of outrage, knocking through the doorway in a magnificent flurry of flailing limbs and frog-print apron. Something crashes inside, followed by the clatter of what sounds like several shelves giving up entirely beneath his weight, and a moment later one of the gumdrop shutters pops loose and tumbles into the street.
By the time Kaisel has turned to flee, however, there is someone waiting at the edge of the trees. Remi stands there in the guise of a friendly woodsman, an axe slung easily over one shoulder and the sleeves of a worn flannel shirt rolled to his forearms. He raises his brows as Kaisel nearly barrels into him, his expression open and pleasantly puzzled. "Whoa, whoa," he says, looking down at the boy with mild concern. "Where are you off to in such a rush, young man?"
and I said "only ever other memory"
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
