Finala beat her wings hard, thrashing against the air. She was furious—demanding to be freed from the magical cage that had trapped her since the moment she woke.
Her voice, sharp and birdlike, rang out loud enough to rattle Void's nerves, if he had any. The man hated noise, always had. But the more Finala screamed, the more Void buried himself in his potions and leaves and whatever weird crap he was mixing, like he was saying, "Don't bother me. Not even for a second."
"Are you even listening, you damn sorcerer?! I'm just asking you to follow Prince Valbara's orders one last time! You've ignored him over and over, yet you still squat on his land like it's yours. Isn't it about time you showed some gratitude?" Finala shrieked, wings flapping in frustration, feet stomping like she could shake the whole world. But who was she, really? Just a tiny bird-fae with nothing but flight to her name. And Void? He didn't even flinch. Like she wasn't even there.
