Of All the Bottles... ~ by SaralynArati

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10 years ago

SaralynArati

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It is decided that they will stake out the perfume shop in pairs, one human and Ifrit, all day and every day until they once more catch sight of Woe and can trace her back to her hiding place. But they will do this starting the day after tomorrow, because Ifrit has heard back from the majority of her faerie acquaintances, and before agreeing to do anything, they wish a conference with Summer Wind regarding the wand. That, once arranged, simply cannot be delayed. The mage is glad to comply.

10 years ago

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Ifrit is not unduly dismayed, though. "Now I think I know why she always came through the marketplaces. Woe was searching for one last trick to keep up her sleeve. And she found it, probably very recently, or she would have bought the perfume. But now her resources are exhausted." "Also, to have disappeared so quickly, her home base must be very close to that shop indeed," says Summer Wind. The blue woman laughs, and by now the humans are almost used to the sound. "Exactly," she agrees.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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The bottle was not designed to contain a djinn on the level of an ifrit, and managed to hold the blue woman inside for perhaps two minutes, maybe less. But that was enough to allow Woe to escape again. Ifrit, being justifiably angry, and breakage being the fastest and easiest way out of a glass container, had caused the bottle to explode into a thousand tiny shards. Being a not entirely solid entity, however, Ifrit had at least avoided becoming drenched unbearably with the smell of roses.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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It was, unfortunately, a perfumer's shop. And therefore, full of bottles of all descriptions, including the one very special vial that the hulder woman was desperate to reach. Somehow the scent maker had gotten hold of a genuine genie bottle, and being completely unaware of what it was, proceeded to fill it with a perfume leaning heaving on attar of roses. Woe did not have much strength left, but it was enough to command Ifrit into the bottle and replace it, stoppered tightly, on the shelf.

10 years ago