NOTE: Lusta vagyok b�rmif�le k�r�t�st �rni ehhez. :D

NOTE 2: �j karakterem Zephy f�ltestv�re, Boreas, (Boris), itt eml�t�s szintj�n ker�l el�. Nagy a kork�l�nbs�g k�zt�k, Boris m�r nem �l a csal�ddal, mikor Zephy gyerek. � Androcles els� h�zass�g�b�l sz�rmazik, ahol az anyuka...magyar :D... Naj�, igazat megvallva, a h�tt�rsztori egyre bonyol�dik, �n meg egyre kev�sb� vagyok alkalmas az �r�sra... De legal�bb sz�rakoztat. :D

ON A DEEPER NOTE: Zephy itt megjelen� tulajdons�ga felel�s az eg�sz jellem��rt.

She sat down on the sofa with a deep sigh.

‘How did you do that?’ Max asked, wide-eyed. ‘How did you get here so fast?’

Zephy chewed her bottom lip for a second before standing up, and moving to the window. She turned her back to him as she answered.

‘I can… I can kind of ride the storms.’

‘You… what?’

The window was foggy and so he could not see Zephyra’s somewhat embarrassed expression.

‘Have I ever told you about my grandfather, Aiolos Vaeltava?’

‘I don’t remember asking about him,’ Max said with an edge to his voice, but she continued absently.

‘Well, actually, the story goes way back. One of my ancestors, also called Aiolos, mastered the manipulation of air. He lived in Greece and he displayed this talent quite openly amongst muggles, so – at least according to Greek mythology – he was called the God of Winds.’

‘Merlin, Z. What does that have to do with anything?’

‘Patience,’ Zephy said sternly and for a second Max thought that she could be a great teacher if she wanted to. Most of the time she was all too aware that Max was her mentor, she always talked to him with respect. But whenever she was passionate about something, she forgot about her subordinate position and became much more… assertive.

‘So… As it happens, mythology must have gotten something right… Dad says we all inherited some sense of affinity towards air and the wind. I mean Boris was named after the northern and I was named after the western wind. And I can… I can fly with the wind, basically. Without any spell or broom or anything.

‘Are you kidding me? Than what on earth are you doing, fooling around on broomsticks?’

‘There is a glitch,’ she said, turning back and giving him a soft smile. ‘As far as I know, aside from Grandpa, nobody inherited “control” over the winds. We just have the affinity.’

‘Meaning?’

‘I can ride the wind… when there’s a wind. I cannot control the weather.’