"Every year," she replied, kneeling to Evelisse's height. "But this time, I think *you* should make one for me when it's time."
"I will!" Evelisse promised. "A really good one!"
With a satisfied hum, the Duchess drifted away, allowing the royal family to explore.
The town square transformed as night deepened. Lanterns glowed brighter. Performers flooded the stage. Butterflies made of light danced in the sky.
Vendors shouted cheerfully.
"A bowl of Starfall Noodles—twirl it, it twinkles!"
"Try dream-mango ice! May cause mild levitation!"
Evelisse tried both.
And promptly floated a few inches off the ground.
"Help," she giggled, drifting into Lucien, who caught her easily.
"I told you not to eat anything that glows more than you," he muttered.
"You didn't *forbid* it," she countered, wiggling midair.
"Semantics."
Jared walked by casually, sipping tea. "Should we tie a string to her?"
"You'll have to catch me first!" she sang.
