Although the woman probably doesn't have any way of knowing, the smile which blooms over Ishiah's face is rare, genuine, and heartfelt— birds are just about his favorite creatures on earth, something majestic and unassuming about them, and such variance within the group. They know the freedom of soaring through the sky; they know the necessity of that anchor which weighs them back down to earth. They're the closest approximation, Ishiah thinks, to something like himself, but with none of the presumption.

And in that way, they are perfect.

"The next time you would like to fashion a birdhouse, I would very happy to help," he offered with a smile and a slight nod. "As for the birds... I've heard of some arriving from the same worlds as citizens here, but I think in general, it is rare for animals to show up at random as we do. If every species was in such flux, the ecosystem of this place would be unstable. Invasive species would wipe out some of the natives."

He glanced at the birds, nodding faintly. "I think the colors are just to be expected for the tropics."