Magical harmonies were building in intensity, the pixies' lyrical melodies, and Tara's strange counterpoint, dancing around each other, just as the tiny fae were dancing over Parne's body. The scent fresh blood drew more of the winged creatures to his nipple, rough tongues lapping each tiny drop, and several more deciding that a nip was evidently permissible and took advantages of that.<br/><br/>Tara squirmed even as her humming continued, surprised when she was able to lift one leg, realizing that the captor of that leg was even now flying almost drunkenly toward Parne.  Still none of the others had left, though they all seemed distracted.  Not even noticing that the ground seemed to be covered in a light mist, sparkling lightly with the scattered dust of the pixies' magic.<br/><br/>Her blue eyes lifted to the sight before her, and she felt it seared within her mind, the terrible beauty of Parne captive within this swirling swarm of translucent wings and tiny bodies.  A reality to some of the danger she was walking into was brought more to home with the power that was almost pulsing off them all, before this Parne had seemed more like a creature from Hollywood or some such, rather than someone of fearful power.  Little was she realizing how she herself was adding to the mixture, human mortality adding an darker edge to something meant for immortals.