Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
“Hello,” Stefan replied back, giving her the best facsimile of a smile he could manage in this form. He was glad that her initial shock had worn off so quickly, even if it was replaced by confusion. “It was, indeed, a witch who laid this curse upon me.” That felt correct, although he couldn’t pinpoint why she had in the first place. It didn’t seem like witches needed rhyme or reason though. He took a hop closer to her, already cursing the height distance between them.
“You should pick me up so I may better speak to you,” he asked, his own bit of persuasive magic lacing his otherwise plain command. Usually when the frog told people to do things they would, some with less resistance than others, but eventually they would concede. He assumed this woman wouldn’t be much different.