She followed the line of the wee girls eyesight and looked into the tree. Small things wishes were, often made with a coin tossed into a fountain, a breath to an eyelash, or upon the first star in the night sky. Yet the power to hold them, to choose to grant them or not was powerful. She looked at the man anew with a raised eyebrow. Maybe there was more here than earlier thought.
Waiting for his nod oh agrrement to the child's query, Sloan took a treat, taking a bite with relish. Simple pleasures were surprisingly often the best. "Thank you, little one. It's delicious. You have guests coming you said? They're in for an evening of delight getting to watch you dance then. It's a perfect tribute for the Beltane."
Taking her hat off, she flicked the air, bringing in a bit of cloud cover, but for herself only. She wouldn't deny the other two their pleasure in the sun. Smiling ever so slightly, she spoke once more, their lilting accents making a lovely sound. "True enough. We've long been made into tales told round the fire. Exaggerations, embellishments and outright lies have been repeated so often, they've become their own truths."