"I don't know. How would I know? I'm not sure pixies even can love!" Winter squeaked. "We are all so youthful, and my Kin seem to flutter from one bed to another... I only think of Phouka's bed though! ...Maybe I'm broken. Maybe Aspid broke me."

He sighed sadly, sliding off the counter and then focusing his magic to force the potion to wear off sooner than it was meant to. A new trick he'd learned that let him shrink down in his own time.

He had changed before his feet even hit the floor and he freed his wings from beneath his coat so he could flutter up to sit on Willy's shoulder.