The warning gets another round of laughter from her; that and the beautiful pixie dust. Frea twirls around in it, glowing where it touches her skin and hair. He knows the exact moment it take effect because suddenly she's airborne and tugging on his hand. "Whoa, that's fast!"

And she's impatient. Floating there above the crowd, tethered and gay as a balloon, the long train of her dress dangling below her feet.