It's enjoyable watching a little pipsqueak shift, squirm and stretch in attempted bravado; as if I couldn't tell she wasn't used to this. Pathetic. She was definitely terrified, how could she not be?  I'd waited patiently for her orders (yes I can do manners, surprised?) and listened to her jabber on with excuses....(yup don't care....get on with it already).....blah, blah, blah...then the usual....all that crap magicians spew about bidding, masters, obedience (don't it just make you sick?!). They all just stand there oh so smug after that bit. It was that self-importance they were so full of that always got me riled up. So was I going to take it like a pro and wait all regal-like for some pathetic "go see if my boyfriend is cheating" order? HELL NO! GET AN IMP TO DO YOU'RE GROVELLING WENCH! (Okay so I was a little irked by this kid, so what? My last few centuries, no millennia even of summonings hadn't exactly been all peaches 'n cream alright! I mean give a djinn a break! After my essence barely having time to heal up, some upstart amateur decides to drag me to this god-forsaken world<strong>and</strong>expects me to listen to a rant? Someone was going to be eaten alive, if not this runt then maybe her boyfriend…….and her dog…….or someone’s dog……….ANYONE'S BLOODY DOG!!)<br/><br/>The horse pawed at the ground in rage before rising unto its hind legs and letting out an ear-splitting screech. Sparks flew out of the pentacle as flaming hooves struck the ground once more. Head lowered and nostrils flared, it spewed smoke into the air inches before the girls face.<strong>"Do not think you fool me girl! I smell your sweat! I hear your heart falter!"</strong>It was snarling viciously, spitting flames at each rasping breath.  The creature seemed to slowly increase in size, its shadows dancing about the room, swallowing everything they touched.<strong>"Fool! I am your Phouka, your Banshee, your Kelpie and your Balor of old! Do not speak to me as if you were all-powerful! Do not presume for a second that knowing a few words makes you a magician or anyone’s MASTER for that matter!"</strong>At this point the creature had straightened and puffed out its chest as if quite proud of itself.<strong>* "This pentacle and your drivel bind us both to a contract, nothing more!" </strong>Without the breath to continue I shrunk slightly and began pacing back and forth in the pentacle. Normally a stunt like that made the inexperienced hop out of the pentacle, clearly this kid was better than I’d given her credit for. (Oh come on! Don’t tell me you really believed an act like that? Do you honestly think a spirit such as myself would throw a tantrum over a mere kid?.…..err well……moving on…)<br/><br/><strong>*</strong>This is still me by the way. Dún. I'd almost lost track of myself it seems. (I'd just come from the "Other Place", what do you expect?)