"I just said, you're its master, now, it won't do anything you don't want it to do! Besides, you're not strong enough to create a hurricane yet."

"What!? I thought it was clear that I didn't want to become a slave master!"

He tries to get Windy to manifest, saying aloud "Windy", dropping the card in front of himself, and then touching it with the staff. He is not okay with having a trapped personality under his control.

The card twirls in the air a few times, floating, before stopping while facing Theo and allowing him to touch it with the staff. That magical circle appears again on the floor, but the bedroom doesn't disappear, and the card glows white, releasing as it disappears tendrils of visible air that coalesce into—

a woman. She's slightly translucent, her legs dissolving into each other, her arms turning to wings, and there's no difference between skin and hair. She smiles at him.

"Hi! Can you understand me?" he asks, still seeming worried but smiling a bit in response.

She nods.

That definitely seems like a person, and it seems rude to ask something like can you comment on your intelligence...

"Apparently I used your power to scatter some cards. Do you remember that?"

She nods again.

"Do you have any idea where they might be found?" he asks, somehow doubting the answer will be as simple as 'right over there'.

She shakes her head.

"I hope I haven't upset you by just leaving you under my pillow... I didn't realise you were alive." he apologises.

She just keeps smiling.

"... Do you speak?"

She shakes her head.

Well, that's somewhat inconvenient. "Oh okay," he says.

He looks at a bit of a loss for what to do next. "Are you okay? Is there anything you think I should know?" he tries.

She tilts her head, as if not understanding the question.

Cerberus looks a bit smug.

He shoots a quick glare at Cerberus.

Now's the time to be potentially insensitive, he supposes. "Are you... a person? Sentient? Do you have emotions?" he asks Windy.

Her head remains tilted, the soft smile still on her face. The barest of shrugs touches her shoulders, or perhaps it's just the wind rippling them.

"They do not have feelings, they are feelings."

At that, Windy nods.

Oh. That's... sad, in a way.

He looks a bit guilty, and asks her anyway, "Do you mind if I dismiss you?"

Again the head shake.

"How do I do it?" he asks Cerberus, subdued.

"You just need to will it and it will happen."

He wishes that she turn back into her card, picks her up and places her and the staff on his desk, then sits on his bed, head in hands.

He might be like this for a while.