"Keep that handy." He motioned to the parasol. "And that is an excellent question." Mateo had no answer for it, this really was something far out of his department— either one of the ones he'd been in.

Moving toward one of the grand columns in the atrium, swatting at more pixies, he hoped it might provide some shelter or at least a vantage point to give him enough time to see if he could locate the source. "Truthfully, it might be the same for me, and I wager that would be much longer ago than it was for you." He had to be at least twice her age.

He rolled around the column slightly, looking to see if there was any indication of where they were coming from, but all he was greeted with was a face full of pixie.