She heard her father's hiss, but she didn't care! Everyone she'd asked so far didn't know who Reed was, and it was beginning to frustrate her. It's not like she had much better to do, being alone all the time.
But this time, someone did know her! She'd open her wings and steady herself, then make a somewhat clumsy descent from the trees. In her maw was still the carved wood dual-sword she had made, and she lifted it up proudly to show them before putting it on the ground. Happily the girl turned to Larkspur, shiny white teeth revealed in a smile, "Reed promised to teach me how to use a sword! But I haven't seen her in a while, but I made my own sword and look-!" she'd pick it up again. She really wanted them to see the ingenious design of having a split end, "I' curves righ' here, so you can jus' til' your head and ssab someone!" she'd demonstrate by tilting her head, which made the curved part drive forward, right into an invisible enemy's heart. Then she'd put it back down, aware they probably couldn't hear her well with a mouthful of wood, "But I also kept the straight bit, 'cause I figured it might still be important. But I don't really get it. I think it's 'cause maybe swords aren't meant to be held in your mouth, they're meant to be floated, but I don't make things float," she had enough sense not to go revealing that her father could make things float. She remembered their lessons on secrecy! Telling a stranger you have a sword doesn't count.
Finally she'd ask, "So where is she?"