He would always know that voice. It was the first he had heard after decades in the Wardstone box which bound both his power and movement literally and metaphorically. Perell started-- spilling hot soup on his hands and lap, burning his still tingling limbs with a greater ferocity than he anticipated. All Perell could do was stare in shock for a moment as he registered the raccoon skin cloak and the rosy cheeked boy both two feet tall and two feet wide.
It was almost cartoonish when he completely dropped the bowl onto the wooden planks under his feet.]
Billie?!
[He blurted out. Then:]
Please. Tell me that you're really Billie this time.
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He would always know that voice. It was the first he had heard after decades in the Wardstone box which bound both his power and movement literally and metaphorically. Perell started-- spilling hot soup on his hands and lap, burning his still tingling limbs with a greater ferocity than he anticipated. All Perell could do was stare in shock for a moment as he registered the raccoon skin cloak and the rosy cheeked boy both two feet tall and two feet wide.
It was almost cartoonish when he completely dropped the bowl onto the wooden planks under his feet.]
Billie?!
[He blurted out. Then:]
Please. Tell me that you're really Billie this time.