She is, if a little...her attention shifts from project to project so quickly, it is a wonder any of them are ever finished. Her son, Phillipe, is much the same. [Adele chuckles and looks back out to the snow, the sculpture contest, smiling a little to herself at how much it reminds her of home.]

Would they be at all like the sand dragons you made at the New Feather Party? [A quirked brow, a soft laugh.] A judge is not supposed to outshine the competitors Helios.