Up close, the changes are apparent n Elidibus as well. Dustings of scales can be seen beneath the framing of his hair and bangs, shimmering with the lights of the party. They vary in size, moondust to moonstones. His nails have begun to sharpen, and if Ignis looks carefully, there are the barest start of what appear to be spines hidden within his hair.

Bemused, he watches the exchange between the pixies and Ignis without interjecting. That wouldn't be polite, after all, and he knows the pixies may take offense.

He smiles after they finish, "I have grown to expect a certain level of noise when the fae are in high spirits, though this festival does appear to have them in rare form. It is rather heartwarming to see them enjoy themselves so."