Rashid, who was sitting cross-legged on a desk and fiddling with a feather ornament, slightly spread and folded his large wings as he floated into the air.

He stretched as if bored and glanced at the horizon outside the window.

"Ah—the wind is quiet today, of all days. Should I go to an oasis and fetch some cold water?"

Zaid, leaning against a desk with his large jet-black frame, crossed his arms, which were covered in hard scales.

He looked up at Rashid with his emerald eyes and spoke in a low, deep voice.

"Stay still, Rashid. You're kicking up dust by flapping your wings up there."

Tariq, who was reading a book in a shaded corner by the window, slightly looked up with his dark eyes and glared at the two.

Coldly rolling a ruby-colored accessory between his fingers, he added a word in a decadent, low voice.

"Don't be noisy. I'm trying to read in peace, and you're being distracting."