Piskies live in small tribes in the high moorlands and the deep forests. Each tribe is led by a donsya. They dwell in caves and small huts in the higher regions of their territories; they build great stone circles, barrows, dolmens, menhirs, and ringforts as centers of power and meeting. Their biggest sites are festival sites, where they gather to dance (often up to 600 in a circle dance at a time). Tribes are split up by size and personality; some are known for their mischief, some for their generosity, some for their grumpiness, etc.

Piskeys rarely wear clothes, but if they do, the clothing is a hodgepodge of whatever they can find. Bright ribbons, pointed hats, green linens, old rags, pieces of finery. Usually, if given clothing, they will discard it, forget it, until much later.

Though they do not domesticate any animals, they often play with the wild animals or domesticated animals of others. They especially love to ride horses and ponies. Anyone living within their territory will often find their horses scattered, but also find their housework done for them. They will mislead those who bring violence or danger to their homes, tricking them into leaving (or even killing them via trickery by sending them into danger).

Each tribe is self-sufficient as gatherers of fruit and grains, hunters of game, and makers of tools. They do some trade amongst their own, but rarely engage with other nations.

Pizkie children are raised by their parents or close relatives. There are no formal schools amongst the pizkies; children learn by being active in the tribe. Because of their fickle natures, they often switch roles within the tribe many times, or even switch tribes. This is rarely seen as disloyalty; most often it is done on whim, anyway. Courtship among pixis is always informal. Gender varies, as they often change their Names.

Nationally, the pixies have a queen, who is the head of their oldest tribe. In times of crisis, they turn to her and her advisers (each elected from the tribes). The queen is a hereditary role, but the advisers are elected.

Pixies are explorers. Many of them seek out the remote corners of the world, wandering for years, even deep ocean caves, distant wildernesses. They love to follow rivers, streams, creeks to their sources. These wanderers usually return to their nation with small treasures and odd trinkets. They travel at night for safety and try to blend in with mortals when it comes up, trying out mortals' cultures.

Every year, the pyskes re-enact the banishing of certain invaders who tried to bring in massive bells. This ritual celebrates their independence from ancient enslavers, whom they went to war with. None remember who these were, though they were fey. Their other main festivals are dancing festivals around the changing of the seasons (nine in total), save for the Beltane festival, which is for wrestling and games.

Pigsies are given a clay pot to play with as children, used for moving sand, water, or toys around. When they die, if their pot is still in tact, they are cremated and placed in it, then placed into a dolmen. One hundred years and a day later, the pots will be empty and the pigsie's soul/Name will be reincarnated.