Bigby/Contacts

Little Red Riding Hood

My beloved Red, stolen from me so long ago by the grandmother witch and the lumberjack with the wicked axe. Not an evening goes by without me looking up and expecting to see her standing there before me just as she was once upon a time. Beautiful, caring, and wise. And then I remember how she was taken from me, and that it has been forever and a day since I lost her, and I howl my loss to the moon. But now you have returned?! What manner of miracle or devilry is this?