Caden's reaction confused the Pixie, he looked flustered by her actions, but why? She tilted her head as the male back away having stopped her from pulling her top up too high. Her hands remained on the hem of the top as the boy moved over to join the others in petting the jackal. She gave the creature a cautious look but had made no move to join them. It was Anke's announcement of the woman that arrived that got Inara to turn around to look at her.

The woman was tall, she seemed to be on the taller side for most women. This Kit woman had long pink hair and teasing blue eyes, looking around the group that had gathered so far, they definitely managed to find many attractive ones in the eyes of the small woman. Unlike other Pixies, Inara wasn't gifted with the ability of sight, it almost seemed like an intentional thing amongst the royalty of her kind. Without the gift, the royals were forced to take employ visiers that would act as seers for the royals. The gift of sight allows pixies to determine magical presence and see other races, an important trait for a royal to have but not get. So, without this gift, the woman was unable to tell if there was magic or even other races among those that gathered (save for Anke whom had already transformed).

While Inara did not recognize who the woman was, not being at all familiar with the human culture of celebrities, but she did have an impressive air around her that caused the smaller woman to blush. Her attention eventually fell back to the red headed male as he started talking again. They were going on about having found items when they awoke, the only thing the pixie recalled waking up with was an earring, though she had presumed that it was just the matching one to the one the Royal Guards had given to her, though they did only give her one. She watched as the male revealed the pendant around his neck; so there was a pendant, anklet and sword so far, an earring couldn't be that strange.

Anything she was going to say was cut off by a snapping sound above her head before someone fell out of the tree landing near her. The second her eyes locked on the ears and tails of the woman, gold dust exploded from around her and the once short woman was now only about seven inches tall, wings fluttering at her back as she took off towards the rest of the group. The jackal may be dangerous, but the Pixie had worse luck with cats. She wasn't really focusing as she darted around the group, grabbing the back of someone's shirt, peering over their shoulder cautiously at the cat woman. "You stay over there," she called out, though her voice was higher pitched in that size.