Pixies, piskies, and sprites are the classic Fey of fairytails. All appear as perfectly formed humans, save that their skin tones match local flora (greens, blues, and pinks are common), their backs sprout gossamer wings, and their height rises to a foot at most. Many carry tiny spears or swords. The wee folk speak in high-pitched voices initially pleasant, but shrill and monotonous with time. They are expert conversationalists and use this skill to their advantage, discoursing in circles for hours (or days) if necessary. They ofttimes send helpers on one extraneous task after another. If asked about rumours, they launch into a monologue of every rumour ever heard.
These faeries take great pleasure in harassing those they find uncouth, boring, or inadequate. Indeed, they need little reason at all. They regularly engage in harmless mischief and are ofttimes associated with Pixie Fairs. Gatherings of their kind in the north of England for dance and music. Occasionally humans are allowed to watch, but not participate.
Despite all this if one befriends one of the wee folk or earns its respect, a true ally has been gained. Amongst their other talents, these creatures usually know everything about their home forest and many others. They are good, if fickle, sources of information.