"Our word is our oath. If you join us for one night here, you'll be lead to the stone I spoke of, and you'll get to touch it for yourself if you like." Shrugging casually the winged fae looked at Maria curiously. "Are you ready for that then?" She smirked a bit teasingly, and then whistled loudly. "Hey everyone, lets work on a little transmutation, this one wants to be a pretty pixie!" There was a chorus of chuckles and giggles, along with a few more whistles, but then the tidalwave of flying pixies suddenly surrounded the monk.<br/><br/>Their wild dancing in flight seemed to become quicker, disorienting even, and a rising wind push on the monk from beneath her. There was a moment before the clothing began to appear bigger than they used to be, when tools and belongings seemed to gain in weight and size and then begin to pull down towards the ground. The feel of that rush was that if she wanted to break it, she might have just rushed out of the cloud, but the longer she held still the more intense it grew. Old, primal magic, unlike something a single wizard could create, this seemed more like the magic of the mythic ages.<br/><br/>When the whirlwind of a rush faded out what remained in Maria's place was pixie with thin wings like on a butterfly, in shape at least. Thin and transparent as the wings of a dragonfly, they seemed to have color with some of the pixies, and some had more long, sharp wings too, so perhaps there was quite a a wild variation, or ability to change them, among the faery kin.<br/><br/>"Ohh hoo! So what do you say, do you like yourself this way?" The pixie she had been speaking to flew up close and shook hands with Maria now, smirking amusedly. The two of them closer to size, as well as the other pixies too, the wild hair and eye colors from all the colors of the rainbow could be seen, and some of them had hairless, smooth bodies, some in turn carried a tuft of hair here or there, one of them sporting an actual short beard too. Male and female pixies joined in dance, most of them entirely naked, a couple wearing simple loincloths seemingly made of spiderweb's string and thin, little leaves.