With every step we take Willie’s behavior gets odder and odder. One minute his substance blows up and fills the lantern, the next he shrinks to the size of a speck.
Rumble thought it was an escape attempt and shook the lantern until he grew back to normal size. These actions brought him to heel only briefly for he soon was wailing like a banshee.
I trust the High Fairy will know how to handle the Wisp.
On a more pleasing note I am delighted to answer the questions of our young pixie friend. He wants to know everything about the Faerie Kingdom before we arrive.
His is a keen, curious mind.
That said, I cautioned him to rein in his natural bent for pranks, as most fairies look down on such shenanigans from pixies.
Then, I broached to him what has to be done for his goat. She will have to remain outside Nonin-gal-dith in the care of the fairies of the pasture.
He willingly accepted the restriction.