Something tugged at her braid. A Dratted pixie. She felt the pull from her hair follicle. Her hair follilces were now shreiking in pain. It hurt so much. Yet she was used to it, by now. In fact, it felt a lot better when a pixie was pulling your hair, yet you were letting it happen to help others, than a brother pulling your hair just for fun, and you just have to grin and bear it.