It was a simple thing to understand the winged man meant her. She was still quite unimpressed with the description, of course. But this was neither the time nor the place to quibble about what one should or should not call a lady whose name one has not learned.

"Please. It's not as if it's that difficult."

She pursed her lips, giving the man the briefest of unimpressed looks before the wind kicked up again. This magic may be unlike her normal abilities but the principles were still the same. The wind rustled her skirts gently licking at the flame, coaxing it to grow stronger and larger.