“It’s not funny, Finn,” Monte warned.
“Here!” Grandmother Meriweather yelled. “Yeh’ll need these.” She tossed a set of thin, silvery cords at them.
Monte nearly nose-dived as he caught the string. Another wave of pixie laughter rolled at him. “What is this stuff?” He pulled the wispy coils through his fingers.
“I think it’s fairy thread.” Cameron clasped the magical rope.
“Fairy thread?”
“Put it behind yer necks,” Grandmother Meriweather instructed from her post.
Monte tossed the gentle rope over his head. An abrupt steadiness washed over him as the thread draped across the back of his neck.
“Better?” Grandmother Meriweather suddenly appeared at his side. She, too, hovered above the ice but without the assistance of Mystic fairy thread.
“Gran, how’re you doing that?” Monte asked as
