No sooner than had the words come out of Parne's lips, but another pulse with a decidely different feel, reverberated through the clearing.  The pixies half drunk with Parne's cum and magic, wobbled physically, several tumbling to the green mossy floor of the clearing.  Small heads turned toward the source, and found Tara gasping, her face flushed, her brilliant blue eyes wide and dialated, even as the musky scent trailed through the clearing.<br/><br/>"Whaa... was... that..."  she panted out, her expression bemused, even as the ripples of her 'aftershock'  rippled through and out from this small circle.  Fumbling for a moment she accidently picked up a fairy that had tumbled off her shoulder and was lying dazedly upon the earth.  "Huh?"  She looked over to Parne and the others, and the vines unwound from his wrists suddenly, drooping and then slowly curling up and moving back into the trees.<br/><br/>With an angry bite, the little pixie sunk her teeth into Tara's hand and some clarity bloomed in her face as she suddenly released the fey, who chattered angrily at her, not noticing that she was flying straighter and faster than she had been not a moment earlier. "Parne?"