Parne for his part had an idea what ritual it was that the pixies had forced them to take part in, but it did not look as if he was about to share its secrets with Tara – his lips drawn tightly as he threw his gaze this way and that whenever one of the pixies giggled or dared to flitter from the branches here and there. His hands occasionally clenched into balls for a split second before relaxing again – perhaps some subconscious quirk, or perhaps more the fact that he was very carefully considering the pros and cons of blasting as many of the irritating little creatures out of the sky around him as possible.<br/><br/>Parne’s face continued to stay rather dark as he contemplated his next actions, but after some time it eventually it lightened a little, an almost unperceivable shake of his head before he turned back towards the girl with him and beckoned softly to her. ‘Its time to go – if it means anything to you to hear it, suffice it to say that nothing you were just forced to take part in did your world any harm’. It didn’t seem that he had noticed anything Tara had done behind her back in trying to regain some semblance of comfort to her attire – or if he had, he certainly didn’t seem to think it was worth while mentioning such a thing to her as he began walking towards the edge of the clearing.<br/><br/>‘We’ve lost time we really couldn’t afford to loose here’ he said to Tara, concern upon his face as he thought back to the gate that lay still some hour or so walk from their current location by his thinking. ‘We will need to keep a hard and fast pace from here on out if we are going to make it – the gate only functions during the midday peak, and should we miss it we’ll be unable to wait for it.’