"One you've probably never heard of, little bird." Even if the nickname could be seen as condescending, it may not have sounded so. Baba did like that much of her current incarnation, form, shape, whatever it was called. The tail fluttered again, just a little bit.
"I am a firebird." She lifted her head to the full height of her neck, her tail fanned out, not exactly like a peacock, but close. The glow seemed to increase and the heat within. Then with a soft sigh, she settled once more. "I'm a creature that doesn't exist."