[The memory was intense, despite how calm and somewhat idyllic it had been. He isn't sure if he remembers that, though he's sure he knows how his grandmother had trained him, the way she'd pushed his hands around was intensely familiar, and he knows about her surprise at how much force and power his spells had had, even at that age. Thinking about Tuuri that young, about the way she'd dug her fingers into his hair and pulled and babbled at him leaves him feeling twisted up and sad all at once.

But abruptly, he does remember that.]

Yes. That's what I saw. And...I'm sure that I remember that. Tuuri did that all the time, with my hair. She would pull on it when she was little, and then when she got older she would try to comb it or braid it...

[His throat feels suddenly tight, and he swallows hard, looking down at the wreath.]

I know that my grandmother would teach me about magic on the front porch, and I know she was surprised that my spells came out that way. I don't remember it, but it seems right.