Mafirat sits on a thick tree branch, her tail dangling and swaying gently in the breeze. She watches Terian, who is enjoying his flight among the clouds, creating light gusts of wind that bend to his will, scaring the birds. Mafirat giggles, her white eyes sparkling playfully.

— Terian, have you ever wondered why birds panic so much when you play with the clouds? Maybe they think the sky is about to fall on them?
Terian, without opening his eyes, slightly turns his head toward her. He smiles, sensing her mood.
— The birds aren’t panicking because of the clouds, sister. They sense my magic. The air becomes... different. To them, it’s like a warning of a storm that will never come.
— Hmm, have you ever thought that maybe they’re just scared of you? After all, you’re... a monster?
Terian tilts his head slightly, his voice soft but with a hint of irony.
— If they were scared of me, they would have flown away long ago. But they stay, circling above, as if trying to figure out what kind of creature I am. Maybe they’re just curious, like you.
— Curious? Well, if I were a bird, I definitely wouldn’t be circling around you. I’d fly far away to avoid becoming an accidental victim of your wind experiments.
— You’re being too dramatic. I never harm those who don’t deserve it.
— Oh, of course, of course. You’re just an innocent monster who accidentally scares everyone around you?
She winks at him, then effortlessly jumps off the branch, landing on the ground with feline grace. She approaches Terian, who has returned to the clearing, tilting her head slightly to catch his gaze, even though his eyes are closed.
Terian smirks slightly.
Mafirat laughs, her laughter echoing through the forest, startling a couple of birds that immediately take off into the sky. She watches them, then turns back to Terian.
— Well, it seems your birds are finally flying away. Maybe it’s time to stop scaring them and do something more interesting? Like grabbing something to eat? I want chocolate.
Terian smiles slightly, his voice soft but with a touch of irony.
— Chocolate? You’re always thinking about food.
— So what? It’s better than scaring birds.
Terian shakes his head slightly, but there’s warmth in his voice.
— Alright, sister. Let’s go find your chocolate. But only if you promise not to scare the vendors with your roar.
Mafirat laughs, and they head off into the forest together, leaving behind only the soft rustle of leaves and faint laughter that dissolves into the air.