Sunbeam Lair Rainmaking

Airi squinted at her mother, annoyed at the presence of yet another monologing adult: be a leader, be nicer to your sisters, stop speaking out to the others. They all said, they always said. Airi did not greet her mother with the kindness she deserved, with nary a hello or happy glance towards her. No, She said immediately, without a thought.

You do not even know who it is,

It's probably you! She yelled, the two authorities wearing on her nerves. She froze, realizing that mother probably couldn't see him. For once in her life, she looked apologetic, her ears pressed against her head. Who?