Flying over to the pool, Dusty hovered over it and looked down at her reflection. Bright orange, flaming red, and golden yellow feathers created a fiery illusion, and one could have almost have reached out and been burned by just the image.
"I guess that makes sense," she acquiesced, flying back over to her perch. She turned back as soon as her talons hit the rock, and she crossed one leg over the other as she sat on it.