Maria blinked as the strange little woman spun about her body... and then the Pixie was firmly 'in her bubble,' so to speak. The newly-altered monk couldn't help but to gasp as the little woman's touch kindled a whole new fire inside of her, and a blush flared up in her cheeks as she realized that she still had not slaked her 'thirst' from her earlier transformation. Perhaps, if she was gaming with the pixies, a little bit of that whimsy wouldn't hurt...<br/><br/>But before the monk can come to any sort of decision, the little pixie is up and flying again... and the brunette finds herself compelled to follow. The fey are strange creatures... but already, the monk can tell that their influence is going to be fun.<br/><br/>"Ya know..." the monk's flight is unsteady, like a toddler taking it's first steps... but with a bit of effort, she's able to float beside her 'host,' and she's rewarded with the sort of joy that so few humans get to feel; untainted flight. "I think a night of play could be just what I'm needin', right about now... better'n fightin' a snake-head fer one o' those shiny rocks..."