'Cheila, I'd like it if you tried not to accidentally blow me half-way across town,' Lala informed her, wings flapping twice as hard as they usually did just to try and stay within a certain distance of her. A moment later and she found herself sheltered in the hands Cheila held to her chest. She loved her element, but he could not have her familiar. 'Look, you've drawn attention to yourself.' The bird hadn't been paying enough attention to really notice just what was being called. The elemental had, however. Sort of.
There were too many whispered exclamations in the air for her to recognise the word called as her name, but the recognised the voice. Again, her winds dropped. Many voices carried on the wind and they carried from many directions, it didn't occur to her to just turn around. It took a moment for her feet to do that part for her while she considered whether it had just been in her head. "Mother." Her voice sounded far much more like a child's than she ever remembered it sounding before -- how odd -- and she released Lala before she crushed her out of surprise. The bird automatically sought a perch elsewhere as Cheila's winds picked up again in emotional leakage. While she bit her lip and meandered over a touch nervously, she struggled with not sending them both to Oz and holding down her dress. "... Mother?"