::The pink skinned woman wondered about through the Glen, moving over to the river to lean down and let her fingertips brush the water. She smiled pleasingly as she looked around to see everything sparkling and dancing as they always did when she went without her Glamour. The lithe form moved to stand on the water of the river, the tips of her toes brushing against it as she began to dance and sing in a lilt. Her melodious voice carried by the slight breeze of wind as the pink figure spun in circles. The pink dress she wore moved with her and the pigments of the fabric whirred together, creating a rainbow of colors in the skirt of the dress.::

::Her head turned abruptly to the woman.:: Dancing. ::She beamed brightly, her smile threatening to snap her head in half if it grew any bigger. Her feat barely touched the ground before she was in front of her.:: What are you doing? ::Her head cocked to the right.::

Plotting? ::Her brows knitted together.:: Whatever could you be plotting, Miss? ::She tilted her head to examine the woman, she moved up next to her and began poking her. Her fingers moved to tug at clothing.:: Why do you dress like that? ::A tug for her hair.:: Is this natural? ::Then a poke for her cheek.:: Are you a fae? Is this your Glamour? ::She was a happy bug with millions of questions, most of which never recieved answers. But she was a curious one.::

::She hesitated and opened her mouth to give her name, but nothing came out. Her response came moments later, reluctantly.:: Manoria. ::It wasn't her full name so she was safe, but she didn't like having to give her name at all. It caused her to give the person complete control over herself, forcing her to follow every order so long as she was within hearing distance.::