[The rich breed birds not terribly unlike this sometimes-- pay mad amounts of gold to bring in exotic ones from across the sea and mix them up with the local birds, pretty them up with magic, then sell them. She's been complicit in smuggling their like before. They didn't talk, of course, and they're not nearly this big - but they were about this handsome.

Whether they're as self-confident, she couldn't say.]

You've a lot to recommend you. I've done some scouting myself, but I've not yet met the dwarf who could fly. [She tips her head to one side, considering.] Where's Earth?? Somewhere down in Czilia?

[The flaws have, on the whole, gotten better at blending; but she's got the beginnings of a suspicion. There's plenty unusual in this world, but it's been a while since she saw a form of unusual that was also totally familiar. Or heard anyone call Pelea this world.]