"Who are you?" she asked. Perhaps she could discover some clue to her own identity that would help clarify in her mind whether her dreams were more than just fantasy or whether her rational mind's insistence that she had always been a bird-girl was correct.
Jim hadn't recognised the strange cross between a woman and a bird of paradise. Even though Jinga's face was clear of feathers, she no longer had a nose and her beak covered her mouth. Her long black hair, which had been perhaps her most distinguishing feature, had been replaced by short yellow down. The voice had something of the squawk of a bird to it, but it sounded rather familiar. Jim did not make the connection, though.
Jim decided she had better maintain her pretence. This creature must be presumed likely to report everything she said back to her master. If this Amin thought that she was Princess Jasmine, he might let her go, especially when she told him that Jafar would be looking for her. So she said: "I'm the Princess Jasmine from Agrabah."
But that's who I am in my dreams, Jinga thought in astonishment.
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