Jeannie (i_blink) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-05-01 17:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | jeannie, river tam |
Arabesque (tag: River)
Jeannie had been having a very good day. So far today she had helped a man get out of a burning building, stopped a thief from getting away, and given a child her greatest wish. It was a little disappointing that the man from the burning building had been the one to set it on fire, but she had still saved him because he had been trapped inside. And at least the little girl had been polite enough to say thank you.
All in all, despite the small matter of the arsonist, Jeannie was pleased with her efforts thus far today. How kind was her new master to let her continue aiding people! Sir Guy was everything a gentleman should be. He was sweet and generous and very contentious of her feelings. And so handsome! Jeannie decided then and there to do something special for her new master to thank him for letting her follow her helpful urges.
What that might be required some thought. She was still getting to know him, and she did not want to make the same mistake as she had when she had let him know she was a genie. He was still getting used to living in a modern world and it was terribly confusing for him. It was her job to teach him what he needed to know in a way that was not stressful or upsetting. Jeannie never liked it when her masters were upset. So getting him a blender was probably not a good choice.
She wandered down the street, doing some window shopping, waiting for inspiration to strike. Which was when she heard it. The music. Music like she had not heard in thousands of years. Except for the one night that her former-master-darling had taken her to see a belly dancer. Who was not very good. Jeannie had tried to show him, but he had pulled her out of the restaurant. And that had been some time ago as well. So it was a welcome sound.
Where was it coming from? She glanced left, then right, unable to completely pin it down. Then in a sudden burst of inspiration, she looked up. There, above the store in front of her, was a bank of windows and bodies moving in serpentine rhythm with the lovely music. With a pleased smile, Jeannie headed for the alley, looking for the stairs that led to the studio.