Caught up in his reaction and the foolish swell of confidence in some amorphouse abilities, Tara smiled back at him, and squeezed his arm.  "I'm sure it will be alright. I did just really want the right direction after all."  The black braid snaked over her shoulder as they started walking and something seemed to shimmer around them.  Tiny white flowers started floating down from the trees as if it were a dusting of snow, catching in their hair.<br/><br/>Now this is what fairyland is supposed to look like!  Tara almost danced alongside Parne.  Not really paying attention to the fact that with his height and her own that her breast was grazing his arm as she held on to him.  "Are there little fairies with wings?  You don't have wings though do you?"  Giggling she looked away, trying to not imagine the dignified Parne, but ooh did he have a nice smile, with some kind of gossamer lacy wings.  Maybe he could shrink or something too?<br/><br/>It seemed quieter and more welcome along this path, but to those not distracted by their own preoccupations there would no doubt be a feeling of watching. Not good, nor bad, but an awareness greater than before.  The star like flowers drifted lightly, swirling here and there in an eddy of a breeze.<br/><br/>They hadn't traveled much further into this idyllic place when a small sweet voice called out, "Hold child of darkness!  What brings you here to our home!"  Nothing seemed to be visible, but there was a layer of authority no matter how tiny the voice was.