standing on the construction zone in her forest

She looks human enough to pass for a young woman, although she was still the age of just less than the age of 30 oak trees old.  Approximately 100 centuries.

Supervising the road as it is.  The humans don't know it is her land as they piece puzzle cut cobblestones together, to fit tightly, holes created by pony and horse footfalls repaired. No tar and gravel, all living stone and mortar made of special tree pitch and sand, mixed with water, once the proteins cure, created a moisture barrier that didn't swell or shrink, and flexed with the ground during wet seasons. A combination of fae and human cooperation. 

Thanks to the wise blonde woman from the mainland who now lives with the itty bitty witch. 

Never did the little witch of the forest trust male humans, through the human woman, she has learned to let the world in.  But only under her constant, ever vigilant gaze. Even the trees told when the humans went to lunch, or relieved themselves in the bushes.

She supervised even the smallest of movements.  Since her meeting with an elder, she has worn the ray-bans when wearing human clothing.  It was rumored, she had a habit of walking about naked when men were not in the area.

Such was working on the land of the itty bitty earth witch.