"Your wish is my command, Master." She smiles at you.
"So what now? How do I know it worked?"
"It did. What would you like a sign or something like a nod of the head, or I could do a little dance. Want me to dance?"
"Maybe later." You say careful not to be rude, I mean you would like to see her dance, but its still early. You look at her. Bronze skin that glistens as if its always sweating (but never wet), a her hair fail like the pitch of a moonless night down to her waist with a sheen like water. Her eyes are a piercing blue or blues rather like every blue you've ever seen and a number you haven't all swirling around in there and a few golds and greens to accent the blue, they are playful eyes though possibly young eyes.
"How old are you?" You know she must be older than her eyes with the curves she has, but they seem so innocent, so naive even.
"I am 3500 years old, Master."
"How long have you been in that lamp?" You ask now seeing the flaw in your previous question.
"3494 years old. It was dreadful just left with my thoughts cursed to think alone that long."
"Do you have a name?"
"Why don't you wish now master? Is that not what I'm here for?" She seems to be a bit unnerved by your probing questions.
"I'm trying to get to know you, I mean if I wish for a few of the things I have in mind we could be together a long time. So what's your name? I like names. I like to call people by name."
"My name is Jahna. And I appreciate your interest but it really is quite unneeded."
"I disagree with that Jahna. So what's it like being a genie, how are you physically different from humans?"
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