Inara let the woman's cheeks go and flew in an excited circle upon hearing of her gift. "Oh, that's just amazing!" She said happily, before floating before the woman, allowing the two to maintain eye contact. When the woman asked if she was a fairy, she smiled, laughing softly as she shook her head. "Nope," she said as what looked like glitter seemed to fall from her tiny form in a dense shower.

Once the golden substance faded, leaving no trace of its existence, the blonde stood before the woman, no longer less than a foot in height, but now a few inches short of 5 feet tall. "A pixie, but fairies are still our close cousin," she said, a warm look in her eye. She then winked, placing a finger against her lips. "You best hope none of the others heard, not all of us are keen to our magical kin. I'm Inara, by the way," the pixie exclaimed, extending her hand out to the woman, her train of thought clearly as excitable as her fluttering personality.

Before the woman had a chance to reply, Inara was ducking around her. At her back, she picked up some of the long woman's locks, dropping them on her head. "Your hair is so wonderful," she said, running her fingers through the soft strands.

Not being one to creep herself out or at the very least embarrass herself over such things, slowly pulled away from the woman, letting her hair fall back to its original owner. As she did so, two more had approached. "Ooh, looks like we have company," she attempted to whisper in a hushed tone, though it wasn't all that quiet.