Milo wasn't worried. He was in such a deep slumber, dreaming of magic, that he didn't notice when two pixies flew through the window. They fluttered around his small frame and studied him. There was something familiar about the boy.
Milo rolled onto his back and the pixies landed on his chest. Analea knelt down and placed her ear over his heart. She closed her eyes, as Annabelle looked on. She listened to the thub-dub of his heartbeat and let the vibrations run through her, then stood up and grasped Annabelle's arms. Annabelle tilted her head, a silent question in her eyes. Analea smiled and nodded furiously. She clapped and pointed at Milo.
Annabelle shot through the air, flipping and spinning wildly around the room. She stopped fast when Milo moved in his sleep. Analea grabbed her hand
