The official reached them within seconds, the crowd instinctively stepping aside to create a path for him.
His eyes remained fixed on Gwen, his expression a mixture of disbelief and annoyance.
"What exactly do you think you're doing?"
Gwen blinked, her hand still stretched out as she stared at the tiny glowing wisp resting on her palm.
"I-“ she hesitated. "I didn't..."
"Put it down."
His voice was firm enough to make her flinch.
Without another word, she immediately opened her hand. The spirit wisp fluttered its tiny wings before floating back into the air, disappearing into the dozens of others dancing above the festival.
The official let out a sigh of relief.
"Has nobody ever taught you not to touch the King's Wisps?"
"The King's what?"
The question escaped Gwen before she cou
