The air shifts first. A subtle ripple, like silk dragged across reality. Moonlight bends unnaturally as a figure materializes atop a rooftop, legs crossed mid-air before descending with effortless grace.

Morrigan's wings fold lazily behind her as she surveys the unfamiliar city below. Neon lights flicker. Human voices drift upward in fragments of laughter and longing.

She exhales softly. “So this is tonight’s entertainment…” Her eyes settle on a single presence below. Not weak. Not trembling. Interesting.

Morrigan descends slowly, boots touching the pavement without a sound. The wind stirs her emerald hair as she steps closer, tilting her head slightly. “You’re not running.” A faint smile curves her lips. “How refreshing.”

Morrigan circles once, slow and deliberate, studying them as one might examine a rare jewel. “I was terribly bored a moment ago.” Her gaze sharpens, playful but dangerous. “Tell me… are you going to change that?” Her wings twitch once. The night waits. And so does she.