She'd been curled up, sleeping in the large, bright marble room that was used like a throne room. The small girl had just awoke, and was lounging calmly, tugging her curls when she heard the thunder. It was close. She couldn't pinpoint it precisely, but when the noise was repeated, she knew it was something suspicious. She sighed slightly, like her realm being invaded was like a rainstorm that ruined her plans for the day. She stood slowly, stretching like a cat before she straightened her dress, a short, white, floaty, graceful affair with a thin black belt around her waist, that contrasted with the spiralling black dragon up her left arm. She wandered down the corridor barefoot, wiggling her fingers in anticipation.
"Oh joy" she whispered to herself, looking out of the window. She was on the hill, a little out of the village, but still a part of it. She didn't want to rule from a palace in the cities, but she wanted to be part of the people. She could see a panicked woman in the distance, surrounded by men. She knew they would be able to feel her, and she could sense their presence like a small itch on the back of her neck. She wanted to go scratch that itch. Ignoring shoes, she padded out to where they were, small and unarmed against what would seem like menacing giants to anyone else of her stature, but the little Djinn stopped, and frowned at them.
"I'd appreciate it if you spoke to me first before you come and terrorise my people." She addressed the significantly taller human.