"Did they decide your name, or that you were a god, Corvus?" She giggled, a surprised, delighted sound as he embraced her so from behind, a sharp breath drawn through teeth as his breath gusted, hot and intense against the shell of her ear and his hands pulled at her so. She leaned into him for a moment, relishing the delicious warmth of his palms against this corporeal form, her small hands sliding over his fingers as they plucked at her tunic.
Then it was her turn to vanish, gone from between his arms to reappear only a short distance away, still within reach of him and looking a bit disheveled. The gleam in her eyes and the high flush on her cheeks made it clear this was a game, one that she was enjoying all too much; she very much wanted him to play. "Isaure," she greeted, and dipped into a curtsey.
"You mention your others, Djinn. Perhaps they are who my sisters spoke of." She tilted her head and took a rolling step back deeper into the alcove of the alleyway, her mischievous grin an open, wordless invitation for a chase. "Such legendary scourges that cause the winds themselves to tremble when they speak of their devastation. I'd come to know your story, Corvus. Come, whisper it in my ear."