She nearly snapped at the bird-folk, but managed to just keep it at a toothy show. "Everything smell like bird here. It even mostly over-cover the incense. You can fly Feather-kin, maybe idea there?" She couldn't pin point the exact location of the smell, but between the harpy smelling like bird and the overwhelming scent of ripening fruit she was about done with her searching and ready for the waiting. The sun was still warm enough to take a glorious basking nap.

Draza was about ready to when she overheard the mage and the widow's exchange. If she had eyebrows one of them would have been quirked up at the comments. "Dark Squishy, you smell incense too? Like temple incense but in tree farm, not soon-past blessings either." Slowly she started to sit on the ground, the earth was warm too.