"In this place, that isn't surprising. I'm sure there are wonders everywhere. I can hardly wait to see them all."
His demonstration caused her face to light, and with a flutter of her own hand the snowflakes he'd produced began to circle around their heads, bobbing and weaving as though in a waltz. "And, as you said, wind is mine. A garden made entirely of ice... that I have to see. I suppose I'll have to, what with you being my instrument repair specialist." She did seem delighted by the prospect. As her hand relaxed, so too did the wind spiraling around them.
"Do I get a personal tour of the place? There must be some kind of 'ice-tent comraderie club', right?"