Kenna had never seen half of these species of butterflies before, but she has to assume, based on the warmth of the conservatory, that they were exotic by some means. "I've never seen so many in one place." It was quite the wonder to see the little whirls of colors mixed into the plants of the space. "Have you seen any plaques that say what each one is?" Kens would be interested in identifying some of the ones around her, just to know what they were called. The one on her hair had to be near four inches across and the fading colors on it were quite beautiful.