As Amy continued the chant she had begun, winds began to whip around the chamber and pick up her voice, causing it to echo across the roof. As she did so, the summoning circle began to emit pale blue light that grew brighter and brighter as Amy's voice grew louder and louder. Then, Amy intoned the final word of the summoning spell, and a loud peal of thunder occurred along with a bright flash of blue light, which Amy instinctively shielded her eyes against with her arms. Moments later, she lowered her arms, and looked at the circle.
Standing in the circle was a woman, a little shorter than Amy was. Her skin was a light blue color, with her eyes and hair sharing a darker hue of blue. The woman's hair was done up in a series of elaborate braids that were whipped around by the gusts of wind that accompanied her. The woman had a perfect hourglass shape, with breasts the size of her head, a waist that narrowed slightly before flaring out into wide hips and round yet firm buttocks and thighs. The woman's flesh was soft, but seemed perfectly, deliberately proportioned, and only served to enhance her beauty. Her figure was clad in a white sari that held back her bust and a white wrap-around skirt, an ensemble that left her soft torso and her meaty legs on display. Amy could honestly say that the being before her was the most beautiful being she had ever lad her eyes on.
"I assume that you are the one who called me, Sorceress? I am Jasmine, Genie of the Western Winds. For what purpose have you summoned me?" the blue woman asked, her voice distant and commanding, like so many nobles that Amy had to interact with.
"Before we get to that, a gift," Amy replied, holding out her hand and summoning into her hands a silver necklace with sapphires worked into it. She then proffered it to the genie, going down on one knee.
Jasmine then squealed with delight, causing Amy to glance up curiously. The genie was slipping the gift onto her neck, her eyes dancing from gemstone to gemstone. Finally, she looked back at the summoner. "Do you know how rare it is to receive gifts nowadays? People think that just because they find me, they're entitled to wishes. As if I don't have better things to do with my time!" The genie was now speaking in a rougher, less formal tone.
Jasmine then seemed to realize that she had dropped her act, and hastily resumed it with a haughty clearing of her throat. "I accept your gift, Sorceress Amy Gainsworth," she said. Amy wasn't surprised that the genie knew her name; beings of her power had ways of figuring that stuff out. "As such, I will grant you a boon. Name one wish you have, and I will grant it."
This was it. Amy had been preparing for this day for years. She had learned the summoning spell. She had worked at improving her skill at summoning so that she would be able to use the spell. She had learned what kind of gift would most likely please one of the genies. And now, finally, she would get her wish.
Amy took in a breath, before saying, "Jasmine, I wish..."
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