Snippet #2472790

The Neck scoffed at the vague attempts at humor the sad little pixie made, though the mention of a group of human travellers seemed interesting. One more minute without a proper meal would surely make him go feral. He would not let this bug ruin his chances at a meal. In a blink of an eye, he definetly looked more appealing than a moment ago, curly golden hair resting at his pale, smooth shoulders. A violin played enthralling tunes in his delicate, pale hands. He spoke with a more softer and harmonious voice:
"I always did think you looked a bit more desirable in that size, less like a puny insect. Some flesh on your bones would look good on you. But, alas, your brain has not taken the effects of your transformation. But you are right, they would like a soothing tune to their life. A trek over a hot desert after falling from the sky does no good to your nerves."