[open] And they lived happily ever after, The End. / Lepis /

[Djinni]

a light came on when you sang that song and i want you to sing it again I hear the prayer. I do like being prayed to, after all. It keeps a genie young. The price I’d asked of the boy with the red wings had been for my own amusement far more than for the value of the secret I’d given him on how to bind a shifter. The method might even work (I’d never tried it myself) but there is no need to find out if it would have been enough on it’s own. I simply wish the father of my great-grandson to remain in a single shape. The universe does tend to twist in unpredictable ways, so perhaps he will be unable to change from his current toothsome shape, or perhaps he will be entirely equine, or even some unpredictable amalgamation of whatever magics he’s made of. I’d only promise to help trap him in a single shape, after all. I’d never specified what shape that might be. There is a puff of golden sand (as if the peace that my winged granddaughter lays so thickly has momentarily become visible) and then it is gone. D J I N N I could i be the one you sing about in all your stories