[there's a trace of excitement in her voice, though the dominating expression is definitely wariness as she mutters half to herself]I think I've read a bit too much C. S. Lewis before bed to have ended up here. Still, I don't remember climbing through a wardrobe to end up in Narnia. And there's a severe lacking in lightposts...
[she realizes that the wisp is bouncing along with her words and now her voice is full on delight]Oh! It follows what I say - why, it remains me of a fairytale I once read. Or maybe I'm thinking
Brave, but how cute - much better than the really large amount of macking.
[lower to herself] This is worse than Steven Dixon's party after prom...