Amentans, perhaps predictably, take pictures.

She tags a kite lightly with her tail as she passes.

Passing over Mahkemiken she sends a wordless plan: To fly in wide circles over the general area and look at things from above. She will assume it's time to land and come sing when people start to fill up the theater!

And then she's out of range, moving quickly enough that she might beat a non-high-speed train.

Well that's going to make it hard for greys to case all the places she'll appear but also hard for a lunatic to set up somewhere she's going to be they haven't cased, so. Mahkemiken goes and sits in the amphitheater to wait.

She twists and turns and dips low past apartment buildings and rarely passes the same street twice, keeping her promise to let lots of people see her.

If she comes across a particularly landable roof or another park she might have the whim to take short breaks to talk to people.

Here is a roof with some purples having a party on it!

That looks fun! She circles the building a couple of times, radiating curiosity, uncertain whether there's enough clear space to land and not crash into anything and then take off again later.

Purples wave at her. One calls "DO YOU WANT A SAUSAGE?" Some dancing purples clear away from the place they were dancing.

YES! But I need more space to land!

More dancing purples press to the edges of the clear space.

And she lands, realizing that this is possibly a bad idea - it's a very crowded roof - but when has that ever stopped her?

Hello! This looks fun. What's going on here? I can't stay long but you have sausage!

"We're having a party to celebrate Mik and Tafe having enough for a child credit next year!" explains someone.

"Sausage!" says the one who offered the sausage, presenting a steaming-hot grilled one on a paper plate.

What? -Oh, right, Amenta has to limit reproducing by law to control imbalance. And you buy it with money here. Congratulations to Mik and Tafe! May your lives echo beautifully in your children! I'm too young to do that but I want to, eventually.

(Sausage is nommed. Sausage is tasty!)

She can have another sausage if she wants! There is also pasta salad and grilled pineapple but they heard she likes meat best.

She definitely likes sausage best of the foods present here but would appreciate little tastes of the other things. (And it's so loud and crowded here, it's a bit overwhelming, like being downtown, maaaybe she shouldn't have landed at all but they're not going to hurt her, are they?)

I can sing for a little bit to celebrate with you, if you all would like, but I need to go do my concert soon!

She can have tastes! "That'd be really cool!" agree a couple purples, and the others all nod.

She matches her own voice and the pace of the telepathy to the music that's already playing. New life, always growing, so much potential yet to be brought forth! She throws in images of cute baby animals, of plants sprouting and growing. Who knows what the yet-unmade child will see and do? But they will Mik and Tafe's, a new expression of them formed together, and it will surely be right and good and worthy of celebration!

The purples are super into this and dance around her about it.

She breaks off suddenly and tries to back up and get space, but they surrounded her while she wasn't paying attention.

Aaaah!

She tenses up and arches her back - can't back away with them dancing all around her - and puffs out her head feathers and hisses slightly.

A purple one-year-old starts crying. "- do you not like dancing?" asks one of the adults.

...She holds herself smaller.

-Sorry. I wasn't paying attention, and then you were all around me, all close, that's a little scary.

They back off.

I don't want to scare you all either. I should probably go to my concert soon, can you clear a path for me to fly away? But congratulations, and thanks for the sausage!

They all squish as close together as they can so she has space.

Taking off is slightly precarious here, she can't quite extend her wings all the way until she's clear of the roof, but there's enough room to catch herself and lift up and away before hitting anything.

Back towards the theater to see if it's filling up yet, after a final call of, Thanks! Sorry! Congratulatioooons!

There are people in about a quarter of the seats, and security greys checking tickets of others as they come in.