"I guess," she said sorrowfully, something about that statement stuck to her, but before she could say more Oak's question came to the forefront of her mind. "

"You don't have harpies where you're from?" Well, that was odd, what kind of place didn't have harpies, she wondered with one clawed-hand held to her chin. "Well, it is a long story, but we're a subspecies of humans with wings, feathers, and talons."