by her arrival, but now she and her brother only looked up expectantly. The warrior queen's spectral body seemed more solid in the shadows of the carriage, but where the light streamed through the windows, she was so translucent as to be nearly invisible.
Bodicea held something within her cupped hands that buzzed furiously.
"What is that?" Tamara inquired curiously. Whatever Bodicea was keeping prisoner had to be supernatural. Ghosts could not lay hands upon natural, living things in such fashion.
In response, Bodicea opened her hands to reveal a tiny, very angry woodland sprite. The sprite had spiky red hair and glittery blue skin, its eyes like miniature rubies fixed in its head. Tamara gasped as it lurched out of Bodicea's hands and slammed into the carriage wall. It fell back against the plush seat of the carriage and stopped buzzing, unconscious.
"My goodness," Tamara chirped. "It was terrified. It is a sprite, isn't it?"
