Skimming lightly above the ground, Danae searched the trail for new treasures. She had been all over this path just yesterday, but a group of Big Folk passed through the woods this morning. It had been a large group, many children, they were always dropping things. Her crystal tipped wand began to hum quietly in her hand, sending electric shocks of excitement through her arm. The hum grew to a loud thrumming. Squealing delightedly, Danae swooped onto the bare dirt, scooping up a glittering prize. She giggled, shaking the trinket on it's hook again and again to see the afternoon sunlight dance around the ring of smooth metal.