Noelle had to smile, how couldn't she? The extravagance with which her friend conducted himself never failed to entertain her, to draw her attention away from personal troubles and back to the simple joy of the company of the familiar. Sighing, she took the last of her flowers and laced it into her own hair, tucking a lock behind her ear before nodding towards Regi in quiet agreement.<br/><br/>Of course, her seat involved sitting high above in the scaffolding, somewhere on the highest catwalks where she wouldn't be a bother to any of the stage hands. She was about to tilt his hat upwards, to lay a gentle kiss on his cheek, when the sudden appearance of Deva at their elbows had her staring, her hand frozen in place.<br/><br/>Well, wasn't this a...pleasure...<br/><br/>Looking past Deva, however, the woman couldn't help the sudden sense of being watched. However, it wasn't in the sense of being watched by human eyes, but by someone whom she could not see. Feeling her shoulders tense, Noelle straightened slightly, looking around with a delicate furrow to her brow, before relaxing.<br/><br/>Ridiculous, she was behaving childishly.<br/><br/>"I'll allow you some time with your...fan." Noelle told Regi quietly, gifting him with a brief smile before turning and making her way towards the back of the stage. On up the ladder she went, easily scaling the iron fixture in spite of the dress she wore. A few stage hands turned their eyes to her, but then dismissed her presence and something of the norm. Noelle was here all the time, and she was more a help than a hindrance, so they allowed her to do what she pleased within reason.<br/><br/>Setting herself up on the catwalk, she clung to the ropes and leaned outward, gazing down at the flower-adorned basket that marked the figure of her friend, her gaze shifting to the odd woman who had approached, and then onward to a slight flicker, a shimmer in the air that reminded her of how the heat warped mirages.<br/><br/>Curious.<br/><br/>From out of the basket that held her food, she withdrew a pad of parchment and a quill pen, settling down against the catwalk before beginning to idly scribble words and phrases out onto the page.<br/><br/>