This Is the Face of Pure Evil

What did you do. You fool. You just sit here as the world burns.

She seemed to change her mood very quickly and was now staring him down out of her puddle with shining eyes. Wizard didn’t have any choice but to help her at this point. He summoned a pair of gloves from his drawers, immediately shrinking them as best he could to fit the girl.

"Neat! Now what do we do first?" The little witch ran around his legs, waving her arms as fast as she could.

[Nods resolutely, her ice cream odangos flopping along with her] Okay, maybe ghosts can be princes, but...

[Floats up a little so she see his face better. Squints her eyes to tiny slits] Hmmmmm... You're very strange but I don't believe you're a real prince. [Bops his nose and floats down to the ground]

You have no MANners…! Did no one RAised… you Right…?! I can get MYself… in gear…! I just do it… at my own pace…!

[Stomps her foot] Of course! A robot, yes I've heard of them, whadayathink I am, huh!?!

*takes the puppy, holding him close* THAnk You… I APPRECIAte it… *frowns* I am LEARNIng…! I PLan on DOIng… my BEst And I… WIll Not LISTen to… to…. SOme GIrl Who FALls… Out of The Sky…!

Yeah, yeah, you should silly! I'm just trying to help, after all I looove animals and I'd hate to see one hurt because you can't get your gear in gear! [Mocks his speech] And I… WIll Not LISTen to… to…. SOme GIrl Who FALls… Out of The Sky…!

He stared in confusion, not really doing much of anything. His jaw slackened. She opened the bottle, which made Peter wonder, “What are you doing?” out loud. “What is that?” She made her way past Peter and to the flowerbed. “Do you need — What are you doing?!" he implored and scrambled over to her. He leaned over the flowers. She didn’t put a lot on, whatever it was.

Turning her attention back to the child she giggled, "That's for me to know and you to find out! I promise it'll be fun! Hey, are there any frogs 'round here?" The tiny witch glanced around, scratching at her two ice cream swirl shaped buns.

[He watches as she climbs up onto the counter - and spends a quiet moment reflecting on what a childish gesture it is for such an ancient witch. This diminutive witch is a very confusing entity for him to wrap his head around - and after a few seconds of not quite being able to process it, he decides to drop it. It’s alright if he doesn’t understand, after all.]

[Besides - if he was attempting to understand this interaction, the whole thing would be promptly be thrown out the window the moment she pursed her lips that way. Talk about confusing.]

Um. [Blinks. Blinks again. Smiles awkwardly and clears his throat. Hadn’t he just been trying to sort through this dichotomy? She’s so— so little! Even knowing that this witch was very likely hundreds of years older than him, it still felt— well. A bit odd. One couldn’t just dismiss the evidence in front of them, after all.]

[She grinds her teeth, wondering what's taking him so long. She had understood this was a common human tradition. Sure she may not have lived with humans for very long but she was sure that she had remembered the story from a dusty book in her mother's old library]

[Hearing her name and "young" uttered in the same sentence, her eyes shot open, and her mouth opened in protest - only to realize what he had said] O-oh.

I don’t know who I am, but now I know who I’m not. I’m just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit. like a magnet it beckoned my metals toward it.

"It’s best not…to meddle with these kinds of injuries at your age….Broken bones, yes, but….the blood being corrupted is dangerous…."

He rubbed the salve over the scrapes and wrapped each finger tightly.

"You do not need to cry. You are an immortal being. You will not die."

His expression had relaxed a little, less steely than before.

It took too much energy to stop herself from crying and to correct him. So she held it to herself. She could very likely die one day. She was imperfect, and it bothered her everyday to measure her achievements to those of the Witch Princess'.

Her eyes however shot open at his offer. Now it was almost impossible for her to keep quiet or to hold back her tears, and she began to snivel loudly until a steady stream of water had found it's way onto the floor, forming a halo of a puddle around the tiny witch.

Lab rat? Hex? “Whoy?” he said, as opposed to ask. His cheek was hurting. “Lrahb rhat?”

As quick as a breeze, Witchkins started to giggle madly despite her previous incident. Human children were always a delight, each had their own reaction to magic, and judging by this boy's reactions to merely pinching his cheek, it was gonna be fun to mess with him.

Opening the potion bottle, she looked around for something to pour it on and noticed a flowerbed. Floating over to it, she pushed past the boy and sprinkled two drops onto one of the flowers. Quickly pocketing the potion, she checked her watch-less wrist and nodded, "I have no idea how long it will take, guess I'm stuck till the potion works. Why don't you entertain me?"