"Yes...from home," she told him, still baffled as to how he had found his way onto the Turtle-- how any of them had found their way here.

She frowned as he squirmed, and moved to wrap him in a napkin instead so she could hold him more comfortably. Before she could, however, the small kitten burst into flame, and with a rush of feathers, would put himself far out of her reach above them where he would proceed to preen his red and gold plumes himself.

Frustrated, she sighed and crossed her arms, holding the lightly charred napkin in her fist as she scowled up at the large bird. "Really?"