“Why yes, yes it did.” Wendy thought back to the moment the wind had hit her hair as she soared over London and into the night. “It was… the best thing I had ever done.” She stopped a moment, “You don’t happen to have any pixie dust on you, do you?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Pixie dust?” he asked, tilting his head. He hadn’t heard the term before, but he figured it had something to do with flight. “But I have met pixies before. They are difficult, I tell ya.” He chuckled, remembering his experience with a group of pixies in the past.
