But Primrose didn't pay much attention to that small issue. Her focus had already shifted to something else. "Husband, look!" she said excitedly. "There are magical paper windmills!"
She used to play with those when she was little. They were just simple paper windmills sprinkled with golden powder made from cheap magic crystals.
When someone blew on them, the golden dust would scatter into the air, and the children would run around, laughing as they tried to catch it.
Primrose picked up five windmills and handed them to her husband. "Blow them as hard as you can!"
Edmund took a deep breath and blew with all his strength, as if he were trying to knock down a pig's house with his breath.
In an instant, golden dust filled the air. The children squealed with delight and ran around, reaching up and trying to grab the sparkling powder. When the dust finally faded, they jumped excitedly in front of Edmund, asking him to blow more.
