[ His blank gaze shifts to revolving stage where the orchestra plays from. The colors around them shift with the notes, the moonlight scattering like through a prism. Their Goddess watches over them, he wonders if it's meant to be a protection as much as much as a display of beauty. ]
Pixies.
[ He repeats the word, a foreign one to him. Pronounces the 'ix' with emphasis, like tasting a new flavor. Whatever magic translates for them doesn't have an equivalent in his own language. He recalls pixie stix, a cheap sugar treat for children. ]
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Pixies.
[ He repeats the word, a foreign one to him. Pronounces the 'ix' with emphasis, like tasting a new flavor. Whatever magic translates for them doesn't have an equivalent in his own language. He recalls pixie stix, a cheap sugar treat for children. ]
Is that a type of Fey where you're from?