Frisk nods excitedly, then quickly tempers the motion into something more sedate. They don't know what scares off fairies yet, and if it happens to be sudden movements then that little slip-up would be their fault. They hold a finger to their lips, pausing to peer curiously at the hovering array of bright lights before creeping closer with excruciating slowness.

So far the fairies either don't notice they're being pseudo-stalked or don't care. They keep bobbing idly in place like a collection of beaded Christmas lights, illuminating the clearing with a soft multicolored glow.