After a while of the demon and the avian dreaminly conversing about what one would call a home, something stirred in the grass surrounding the large rock both claimed as a makeshift throne. Once, twice, a movement not like the gentle caress of a gust of wind, but more like something dragging itself across the ground. Seconds later, the tip of a tail covered in pinkish red scales perked from the grass, pointing around as if it was looking for harm.
Instead, though, it found a childish harpy and a storytelling demon. Not yet sure what these two were up to here, the tip disappeared again, only to be replaced with the shape of a young girl with shoulder-length blonde hair rising. She stretched, uttering a cute little yawn, before her eyes opened, large orbs of a stinging green.
Still, she didn't say even one word. Despite choosing this position to take a nap, she seemed to not try and catch the others' attention for reasons unknown. However, a sneezing sound as a stray bee tickled her nose would leave this plan likely foiled.