Here we go!
Qûs'ÿltn was wandering the area over the city, working his magic so that one moment the winds are nearly at hurricane forces, and the next they're merely slight breezes, just trying to see how long it would take for someone to try and clear the storm. This is taking too long. I'm getting bored.
Sighing, he spots a faerie walking, and gets an idea. A bolt of lightning hits a nearby person, stunning and startling them.
Farah was walking around, searching for the person who was manipulating the wind. Suddenly, she felt a whip of electricity crack through the air, and she dispersed the bolt before it could strike anyone. "Damn," she hissed, looking around for who had the ability to call down lightning and manipulate the wind.
Qûs'ÿltn makes a hand out of the rain and waves. It points up when it has the faerie's attention, up towards where he was. He also forms a grinning face, to signify his intentions.
C'mon, look up! I know you're looking around! he thinks, laughing.
Her mind picked up his thoughts, and after seeing the hand, she looked up and narrowed her eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked, snapping her fingers to dispel his magic.
Qûs'ÿltn makes a giant head and shoulders, then makes them shrug.
What does it look like? he thinks back, his actual form grinning broadly.
Farah frowned, again waving her hand to disperse the magic. "Get down from there," she demanded. "Who are you?"
Qûs'ÿltn sighs again. Nah, I'm good. You could come up here to me, though.
He grins. You'll find out.
Farah rolled her eyes and used a powerful blast of air magic to knock him off his perch, and he landed on the ground at her feet. "Who are you?" she repeated her question. "Don't make me ask you again."
Qûs'ÿltn looks surprised to find himself on the ground. He gets up and dusts himself off.
"I think I should be asking that question, dear." he chuckles.
Farah arched her eyebrows, clearly unamused. "What kind of powers do you possess?"
"Storms, lightning, wind, water. I'm a storm spirit, after all." Qûs'ÿltn grins.
A storm spirit… she thought, narrowing her eyes. Lightning and wind are air magic, and water is obviously water. There's nothing he can do that I can't match. "And who are you?"
Qûs'ÿltn frowns, sensing Farah's general thoughts.
"A storm spirit." he shrugs, enjoying messing with Farah.
Farah's eyes narrowed. "Your name."
Qûs'ÿltn grins, watching Farah closely. "Who says I have one?"
Farah inhaled swiftly. "Do you?"
Qûs'ÿltn shrugs. "Do you have a name?"
"We're not talking about me," Farah retorted. Oh gods, he's so difficult…
"We may not have been, but now we are." Qûs'ÿltn counters.
"What is your name?" Farah demanded, managing to keep her cool so her emotions didn't influence her magic.
Qûs'ÿltn crosses his arms and grins in a way that should infuriate Farah more. "Tell me yours first."
Farah squinted her eyes, and it was the only visible indicator of how irritated she was. "But I was the first to ask you."
Qûs'ÿltn tilts his head to one side. "Really? But it's also polite to entertain a guest with his questions."
The woman huffed, growing steadily more irritated. "Fine. I'm Farah."
Qûs'ÿltn grins. "There we go. I am Qûs'ÿltn."
He bows low as he says this.