Rhia blinked, startled in two ways. One, no one had ever asked her that before, and two... well... few people ever asked her much of anything, really. She was still getting used to people. She thought about that, trying to find the human (English) way to respond before she finally said, "I try to be like the bush that grows no berries but shields the bushes that do from being spotted by those who would rip them up for their berries," she finally said, though she made a mental note to think about it more later.

A tree moved oddly overhead and she turned and waved her arms, making an odd whooooshing sound at her. There was the sound of wind without the feel of it, and she settled back down, laughing lightly, her laugh musical the way bells were musical, bright and light and fun.