(2) Eyes everywhere.
"This ones friends say new people have come." The pixie like voice said.
A second voice purred. "Maybe they have interesting stuff or smells."
"I feel trouble coming; time is about to change." A third voice said.
The fourth voice grumbled. "I don't like any of this."
"It was bound to happen; whether you like it or not." The third voice sighed.
The stars twinkled above them; and light danced off the glass that surrounded them. The large house they occupied stood only because of the plants that held it together. Roots and green tendrils filled the cracks in the marble around them.
"They say more have come, but they are not people. They have a bad feeling about them. This one is scared." The pixie voice whimpered.
The second voice hummed again. "I don't like the feeling of this; nope I don't like it at all."
"Eh the world's going to hell in a hand basket. Our job should be to just keep our heads down." The fourth voice said haughtily.
There was an unsure silence between all of them, which loudly stated that plan; was not an option.