"Ah, that is simple," he smiled. "I decided it should be, and so it is."

He waved his hand and the stars became comets whizzing around, sunds exploding, nebulae expanding. Then the colours shifted and formed clouds, fluffy and pink, purple, golden and shining. Rain began to fall, but never quite reached them. And all the while, Willy explained how fae magic is a natural force, as easy as breathing...

"You try," he encouraged.