The next time Iggy landed, it would be to the sound of applause, and giddy childlike giggling, even if it was obvious by the pitch that the source wasn't exactly a child.
Delirium's sudden appearance, as well as constantly fluxing haircolor, would be lost on Iggy, but she didn't seem to care. If she wanted to show off, she'd find a way.
She moved to hang upside-down from the branch of the tree she'd been sitting on, head cocking to the side as she considered the winged boy with a surprising amount of thought.
"Not quite mine. Interesting though. Featherbrained?" The question was curious, not meant to be insulting, although sometimes with her, it was hard to tell.