"Witches all have two names," it occurs to Ranata to say. "We mostly use the first, unless we're being formal or distinguishing between two with the same first name, and then it's both. Ranata Ekamma; Isabella Amariah. Like that. What's your full name?"
It is quite pretty! "Ooooo. Yeah, that's pretty, all right," she pronounces. "Also, really, really tall."
"It is! They build them big and pretty. We can fly over three more if I take the right route away from this city, they're all a bit different. Do you want to go to the zoo?"
"I wonder how many of the same animals besides humans you have where you're from. I guess we'll see!"
"I'm hoping you have really cool things! We didn't have a lot of animals in New Kystle, but there were some."
Here is the zoo! It is full of animals. There are some loose, both wild (magpies) and domestic but harmless (peacocks, turkeys).
These are birds she hasn't seen before! She snickers at the peacocks. "Those are the most flamboyant birds I have ever seen. In my entire life. But they're pretty!"
"Heh, yeah. There are so many colorful birds here! Do people sell the fancy feathers, do you think I could get some? If not, I'll let them be or like - try to scrounge. Attacking them for pretty feathers seems mean."
There is no word for an elephant trunk in her language.
"Trunks," supplies Ranata in English. "Elephants are the only creatures that have anything quite like them!"
"Huh. Thanks! That's really weird and kind of cool! I suppose that's one method to deal with a really long nose. Just treat it like another limb and become an elephant."
"Mostly abstracts, I think. The ones here don't do it. The paintings are mostly popular because elephants make them, you see, they're not artistic triumphs."
"Oooh. Well, makes sense, I suppose. It might be cool to see, but I doubt I'd want one. Where would I even put an elephant's painting?"