The bird was so very small. The firebird, on the other hand, was much larger. She gave a slight shake to her tail plumage, for a moment actually appreciating the afterimage created by her tail as it moved. Her head tilted, her attention coming back to the canary. Drab little creature, but useful, especially as death omens.
"So, little bird." She didn't seem at all hindered by the fact that she was a bird without lips. Her voice did have the light musical lilt of the phoenix call; the firebird wasn't all that different from the mythical bird. The tail fluttered again.
"What are you doing here?" The firebird's head lowered to put it on level with the canary.