her broom would take. Her broom was a terrible flyer, bumpy at all times, can't control speed, somewhat reckless, but it got the job done. It was really her fault, all the witches told her not to make a straw broom. Straw brooms were unreliable, and unorganized, her acquaintances told her, but Djara decided to go with her gut on the decision. In the end she had a reckless flyer, but it served as a great weapon, which was enough for her. She landed at the river, the broom taking an extra five minutes, but it'd pass. Djara sat by the water, and pulled out an emerald oil lamp. Old, but in good condition, it seemed to be of a high quality. She opened the lid, and scooped it under the water. Laying it on the ground, she snapped her finger, producing a flame. She lowered the flame into the lamp, and closed the lid. The lamp stayed motionless for about thirty seconds, before a bright green smoke flew out from the tip. The smoke went ecstatic, whizzing around uncontrollably, ultimately calming down. It had taken the form of a mouth less serpent, now staring Djara down. "Hello, Djinn", Djara said, with a welcoming voice, "You used that dirty river water, didn't you?", was the Djinns response. Djara laughed, replying "Yes, yes, you don't have to be a crab about it". The Djinn gave an angry gesture, answering, "You want to see a crab? I'll show you the fiercest crustacean known to man! Djara laughed, the thought of her Djinn becoming a giant crab was unquestionably funny. "No, no. Its ok" Djara said, laughing. "Its just, I had a dream. It was one of the most vivid-" "Please, don't go on about that!" The Djinn interrupted. "You have duties to tend to, Djarra! You can't occupy yourself with a silly dream. Let the white witches play pretend, you have better matters to tend to!" Djarra sighed, he was right. She had been ignoring duties for about a week, it was time to get back into the swing of things. "Alright, alright," she told the Djinn, opening the lid. "Thanks for the help", she said, in a joking tone. He retreated into the lamp, the lamp falling over afterward.

3.The River, The Ground, The Grass
She knew it would be a mistake summoning him, but she really had nowhere else to turn. He was her only traveling partner, her mentor, he really taught her a good deal about the art of witchcraft. And ultimately, he was right; she had no time to intervene with dreams. She was a black witch, and she had to follow the black art. Picking up her broom, she examined her surroundings. The river, the ground, the grass. The river, the ground, the grass. Theriver, theground, thegrass theriverthegroundthegrass, theriverthegroundthegrass,rivergroundgrass, rivergroundgrass, rivergroundgrassrivergroundgrasarivergreasdnhdfvbsdzfgbdhdsjfgvsdfgvsdbljg
It worked, It always worked, of course. She could see everything, all parts of her surroundings. They were all together, all one. It was a simple craft, used to find distress