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Had she known another had taken residence in the forest, she might have chosen a different place for her temporary home. As it was, she was surprised by his presence - not that the witch's fire-kissed mask portrayed it - and her mismatched eyes rose to coolly meet his own. 

Pixie's head cocked curiously at the sight of him in a tree - her eyes burning into him with the usual mad intensity. She cracked a single, eerie smile in his direction though whether she was amused or simply trying to unnerve him further was unclear. 

"Worshipping," came the soft, seductive rasp as she licked rusty blood from her shoulder - relishing the coppery tang of her own lifeforce. 

"Perhaps I should be asking you that question. You are the one sleeping in a tree," she purred lazily, quirking a brow at him curiously before turning to groom some of the sticky blood from her coat.