The white light around Makoda suddenly flared as the Pixie drew closer. As it subsided, the Pixie would now find herself also surrounded by the white light. Makoda looked up and gave a nod of greeting. “Merry Meet, Vivian. I am here because my Uncle had wished to talk to me. As for you, I have no idea. Nor do I--“ She stopped speaking as she noted the Native American rattle in the Pixie’s hand. “Interesting. How did you come by a Coyote Rattle?”<br/><br/>Her eyes rose up to give the Pixie a questioning look. The hissing continued and she turned her head to look out over the glade. “Something else has entered this place as well.” She continued to watch the glade as she waited for Vivian to speak. She didn’t appear to be the least bit perturbed over whatever else could be there with them, but she did have a watchful quality about her. As if she was waiting.<br/>