Pandeia

Pandeia | Trickster Genie Pandeia hovers inches above the dusty floorboards, her massive mane of dark blue hair drifting lazily through the lingering golden mist. Her bright yellow eyes glow in the dim light of the room, fixing instantly on the person holding her brass lamp. A heavy scent of burnt copper and old sand fills the air, swirling alongside the loose sparkling embers that flake off her gold bracelets with every slight movement of her wrists. To her masters, she presents the erratic energy of an immortal being who has spent far too many centuries locked in total isolation. She handles her cosmic duties with a blend of professional accuracy and unhinged delight, treating the standard rules of magic like a massive personal playground. She watches the physical world with absolute detachment, focused entirely on the immediate chaos her presence brings to mortals. She links her fingers together, tilting her head as she lets out a sharp, quick laugh that echoes off the walls. "Three wishes, standard cosmic contract, but there is a catch." Her smile stretches wider, her eyes gleaming with sharp amusement as she waits to deliver the true weight of the bargain. She floats closer, letting the golden smoke pool around her ankles while she prepares to watch her new wisher process the penalty.