“Your wizards must possess great magic to make such things.” Giselle nodded, her eyes wide with wonder and excitement at the idea of a car. Automobile, he’d called it. “Do you not have enough horses here? Is there a shortage? Oh that’s terrible, Prince Edward has a horse, it’s very lovely.” Giselle missed her beloved already.
“Peter, oh that’s a nice name.” Giselle said. “And where do you come from?” She wondered where Pip was, she could really use some help now in this strange world.