Dawnlark Plains you can call upon this family, you can call upon this day

imrathil caught wraen peering skyward; as he looked above, he caught the angular form of a gull cutting through the wind. oh -- to be a bird, high above the toils and the troubles of the terrestrial world..

he had not heard of a jinn before, so it was good that wraen elaborated. the question, however, was met with some disgruntlement. in a moment of raw honesty, imrathil answered -- but not without some misgiving. "i'd ask to have my memories back." one wish, he thought, would be enough.

but what if he didn't like what he learned about his old self? what if there was something awful he had done, and his clouded mind was his subconscious' natural way of protecting him? he shifted, and in afterthought added: "and i guess the following wishes would be dependent on what i learned. what about you, then? would you wish to fly? and do they just give the wishes away, or is there a catch?"