As the monk stepped outside, the evening was still far enough to visit the forest if she chose, but yet it was fairly late, and she might well get her share of rest as well. Nonetheless, as there was still time, the monk's steps easily lead her to the forest, and among the forest's paths. As she came alone, the path ahead towards the fey glade was easy enough to find. They did not seem to hide it from anyone wandering about alone, but there was something about the road, an energy that was felt as a heat in the crystal shards in Maria's form. Old magic, from the age before man.<br/><br/>The fey were gathered at a nexus of energies, a place so full of life magic it was like it had been a place of worship, a cathedral, that had stood there a millenium. Something about the place just resonated to the gems. It was that primal, wild magic that flowed in the world in ancient times. Aligned with life, this glade would be a hell of a challenge for any undead or fiend to approach.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, as Maria arrived she found the small pixies cheering together to a rather strange show. Laying on his back on a mushroom there, a small pixie had its legs high in the air with at least half a dozen other pixies tickling her silly, loud laughter rising to the night air, and other pixies chuckling along.<br/><br/>"Yes, yes! More! Anyone that tries to steal someone's name has to suffer tickling till they cant hold it!" There was a small laughter, but also a seriousness showing on some of the fey's faces. This seemed to be their punishment for this troublemaker at least. Though on Maria's approach she was quickly surrounded by no less than six small pixies, two of them male, four of them female, flying all around her form. Tiny hands fleetingly brushing on tender places as well.