"Dance, drink and be merry, and join us in the dance in the wild, and be one of the nature's child." The pixie jumped around hugging the monk and actually twirling around her like a stripper pole, the pixie's brief momentum seeming to carry her well with so little touch of weight. She chuckled and held the monk up close, a hand touching onto the monk's new pixie slit, blinking. "Ohh! And if you like play, you can just take a girl's hand and invite her to the bushes, or take a guy's hand. Or two guys. Just don't take a pooka. You'll wake up with fleas." Her last words seemed to cause a chorus of giggling, and a somewhat annoyed 'harumph' from a larger fae nearby, a peculiar figure that resembled a large dog sitting like a human would, its front paws dextrously holding a pipe it had been smoking, and a tophat on its head.<br/><br/>"Slanderous words, little miss wings, I ought to spank you silly for that." Until she became one of the pixies, the monk had not even seen the creature's presence. Even now, the colors seemed more vibrant, the world around more alive, and the darkness of the night like a light shade, no darkness denser than a dawn of a sweet summer night.<br/><br/>"Merry minstrels play their lute, a little dancer flies posing cute, an eternity for a simple dream, not all is always just what it seems..." The pixie hummed while turning away to wave her wings and seeming to give the monk a quick lesson how to fly, gesturing her to follow. "Do you want to dance, to play, to roam the forest, do you want to tease goblins, do you want to play tricks on the camping wanderer, do you want to visit the bleak waters?"