"I know how that feels," she says, her tone bordering on... snarky? exasperated? Something like that. "That sounds like it would have been fun, though, feminine cruelty aside. I wish I had been there, if only to see a little part of your world. It sounds so beautiful." War or no, that's exactly what Luna feels it must be like to an outsider like her; a world that's so based on the elements, the things that make up the entire world, someplace so focused on the essentials is a concept that she revels in, cherishes, longs to see. Waterbending, firebending, earthbending... airbending... It's so much more magical than magic. At the thought, she smiles, watching the somewhat calmer canaries as a few settle in Katara's hair, the other two hopping around on the floor between them. Yes, it's a lot more magical, she thinks, holding her hand out for one of them to hop onto.

Bird cupped in her palm, she raises it to eye level, head tilted to the side as she runs her fingers over its silky feathers, a rather fascinated look on her face. "Well then, we'll just have to keep our wands lit and be patient, won't we?"

Her eyes shift over the bird's head, beaming as she lowers her hand slightly. The words may have been convoluted to Katara, but Luna knows exactly what she's saying. "Kindred spirits are always a pleasure to discover," she says by way of reciprocation. Yes, Katara will most definitely be added to the mural on her ceiling. Maybe she'll paint over Ron's, just to make room...