Her vision hazed somehow, even while her hearing sharpened.  The tiny panting breaths of the pixie that sat on her shoulder sounded loud and harsh.  Around the grassy area the buzz of the hundred wings were like a low white noise that was readily apparent to her.  The singing spun silken threads as if to ensorcel those, and it was if Tara could hear the strands dropping around them, though it didn't seem to be there to capture anything of substance.  Beyond this she could hear the pounding heart beat of Parne, faster and harder than even his visible winces gave tell to, the same pulse racing through his body; centering down to the base of his spine, throbbing to the tandem efforts of the pixie chieftan and her chosen.<br/><br/>The leaf gag fluttered to the ground beside her and Tara felt the gentle dustings land upon what bare skin she was showing and an echoing pulse whispered within her.  Almost unconsciously a hum grew within her chest, rising from her own throat in counterpoint to the pixies' tune, weaving around their notes, changing it but encouraging it at the same time, increasing the intensity of the feverish activity that buzzed around them.<br/><br/>Somehow the pixies on Parne gained more energy, their pacing and fervent activites taking on a more frenetic pace.  Streaks of a white gleam appeared on his body as the tiny fae slide over his sheened skin. Several chosing to focus on other exposed areas. two in particular, a tiny blonde one with a gown of sheerest milkweed clung to his nipple, enraptured by the Sidhe's beauty, ever more enchanced by the whirlpool that was around him.  Another flew manically, touching him in every tender skinned area, her pink tongue sliding catlike over an earlobe, then his side, then the back of his knee.<br/>