Noel watched on silently, the woman making her way to what he sensed as well. Two men? Maybe three, but he felt that was somehow too many. The woman and cat caught him by surprise, he felt their presence long before he saw them. The woman's ties to the earth were strong, but her ties to the plane were damaged... blind or deaf. He shuddered, and made his way closer, ever invisible, ever cautious.<br/><br/>The woman made her way into the clearing, she was far braver than many he had encountered. As was the man who immediately drew his sword on her. She was outnumbered, or was for a moment. A wonderfully large cat, and disabled woman saw that evened out. Noel's form shimmered, and he moved into a tree, it's leaves acting as his eyes, he watched the procession. Over.<span style="font-style: italic">Tch... nothing fun.</span>He saw the large man, and listened to his speech. He was the voice of reason it seemed.<br/><br/>"Mother Gaia?" A voice echoed through the clearing. Noel's form wavered out of the tree, his tunic dirtied, it's hood drawn over his face. "You're either the largest fey I've ever laid eyes on, or... a Druid." His voice soft, and feminine, he smiled. "He's right though," Noel called, pulling his hood back to reveal a soft, young face, with dull green eyes, and pale gray hair. Age passed over it momentarily, showing wrinkles, and sagging, thin skin. As it returned to it's younger counterpart, Noel's smile faded only slightly. "Glad to see that creature's support wavers even here."