Just as Djinni Princess Jasmine thought she could not stand the spinning another second, she landed with a dull thud. It took a moment to collect her wits and organize her atoms. It was a long, frigid moment broken by her moan. “Ooooh noooo! I have landed in a cold place.” Having to live alone in a glass home meant speaking her thoughts aloud, just for the company of a voice.
Traditionally, she would never know where she was until a mortal came along, pulled the brass stopper out of her urn, and became her new master. “That could take decades, maybe centuries!” Of course, she would be warm during the wait within her cozy glass home. “But, I will know not where I am during that time. Unless, I take a little peek.”
A tremor shook her hand as she scrutinized the short space formed between thumb and forefinger and decided action needed to be taken. “I will remedy the situation.” Saying so left her feeling better immediately.
Jasmine located her biggest and hottest candles and lit them, magically, with a quick crossing of her arms and a brief nod of her head, her way to initiate her powers. Confident in the indulgence of curiosity afforded because of her noble status, she soon had the place uncomfortably warm. She covered her ears against the pressure of the heated air before the stopper blew outward with a muffled pop.
The force of the airy release sent her flying out of the urn, an occurrence that hadn’t happened before. She landed in cold white stuff and knew instantly what it was. “Ooooh, noooo! Snow is worse than I imagined.” Immediately, her teeth began to chatter.
She was not dressed for the cold climate in her chiffons and lace that left her midriff exposed. Her entire body shivered violently, increasing the clatter of her teeth. Desperate to return to the warmth of her urn, she scrambled to her feet, her sandals slipping in the snow.
At sound of a loud roar she twisted to see a huge yellow growling monster, with a wide gleaming mouth, bearing down on her. There was no time to wonder what it was or use her powers to stop it, nor even time to leap aside. Jasmine screamed as it swept her before it and sent her flying through space, along with the snow.
Landing face down, she struggled to extract herself. Her face was icy wet, her teeth chattered painfully around a mouthful of snow, and violent tremors hindered her movements. Worse yet, when she finally regained an upright position there was no sign of her glass home.
She would soon be frozen unless she could somehow get over to the safety of the buildings she could hardly see snuggled low on the snowy landscape. The cold sapped her strength so that she was barely able to initiate her transport mode.
Then she was sluggishly spinning, out of control.
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