Conor, who had been making a foot high cube of ice levitate in front of him, lost control of it as the sound of the shrieking. It fell to the ground, shattering into a pile of glittering shards, and Conor sighed. The cube was certainly no loss, but the new presences were something else entirely.
He turned to see both a child and a man following her, and he raised one eyebrow, briefly closing his eyes. Then he looked down at her. "That depends," he said, faintly amused. "Do you know where we might get a carrot for his nose?"