This is probably a better one, its not exactly what I picture in my head when I see her but at least she doesn't look all cute and fuzzy like the last pic
Aithne watched Incendia go, a faint loneliness tugging at her heart. She had always been an outcast, probably because of what her mother did. Ruffling her feathers, she banished that thought from her head and took flight, doing figure eights and trying to distract herself.
"I'm going to be short and to the point here, Atero, there isn't a ton of time," she said, looking up from her table. "I've figured out the way we will attack. I hate doing it this early but Consenia is already suspecting something."
She looked over at him, smiling, though there was no warmth or kindness in it, more like an arrogant smirk. "You have doubt in my planning abilities?" She looked at the table, "anyways, I have recruited several Phoenixes. We will wait at the edge of the mountain overlooking the valley while they go down and light the valley on fire. We will bring dead wood to ensure that it spreads."