Ari breathes in and out, focusing on the color of the stone. Slowly, orange-red bleeds across the feathery breast (feathery rock is actually quite uncomfortable, but nobody needs to pet it or anything), shifting to white along the body and brown through the wings. After a minute or so, he holds a tiny bird that almost looks like it might chirp and fly away at any moment.

Whimsically, he decides to float it over to perch on Mark's shoulder. Oh, telekinesis. The easiest and also best witchcraft.