The Mountain Dew Spirit stared at the hairpin in its tiny hands as if it had just inherited the heavens. It twirled once in the air, mist swirling around it dramatically. Then it twirled again, just because.
"I have seen the hearts of many," it began, puffing out its little chest as it floated in front of them like a proud soap opera narrator. "But none quite like yours. Bold, defiant, stubborn. Reckless. Very reckless. And strange. Very strange. The energy around you is like a storm that hasn't picked a direction—loud, flailing, chaotic. Your companion is worse."
Osiris blinked. "What did I do?"
"Silence, peacock," the Mountain Dew Spirit snapped, circling in the air like a tiny judgmental tornado.
Osiris blinked. "I'm not a pea—"
"Did I ask?" the spirit cut him off, waving its tiny hand. "Quiet, oversized poultry."
Isabella choked. Glimora covered her mouth with her paws.
Osiris stared at the creature, deeply offended. "P–poultry?? I am a phoenix."
