"A shadow sculpture?" Again-- she tilts her head curiously glancing between Reira and the pile, the sculpture rather, and then back to the bat with a flutter of her feathers. She's a little unsure of what might be the end but she's sort of excited by the idea of it.

"That does sound a little tricky but you've already got a lot here," she muses. "I'm sure you can finish it."

The question about her own art causes her a moment of pause and then a chuckle, nodding her head. With a another careful hop, flowers spring up around her and she plucks one up in her beak. "I'm creating a dress out of flowers!"