While Zea was leaned back, Xala was leaned forward with Tonguebird crawling up and down her arm while she spoke. "All species have their fall backs." Xala started, "We're young, maybe younger than you?" She shrugged, "We're from a very small tribe in the Thunderblacks. Eventually, they turn into a sort of... Dragon. We eventually learn to mimic this form, simply because there are so many humans," Xala pursed her lips. "We're not human. In anything more than appearance, but you're so numerous we learn to look like you as a safety measure." Her eyebrows went up and she smiled, "We would say that's a good trait. There are many of you, simply because you pass away so easily. There aren't many of us."
Xala pondered for a moment, "We would like to be human." She smiled, "Far easier that way."