Oma’s normally stone-still, hardened expression immediately cracks: her brow lifts, her eyes widen, and her triangular ears perk upward, as if she was trying to listen for something in the air. “What?” she asks, her voice higher in pitch than usual.
Suddenly, the lamp in her hand, as well as the choker around her neck and the massive golden chain connecting the two, starts to glow: the polished gold illuminates itself, shining its luster on everything from Oma’s skin to the ground around her. She flinches as she looks down at her lamp, caught by surprise by the light – the light emanating from the metal is clearly magical in nature, but she didn’t do that.
A few seconds later, the light calms down, and the lamp, the choker, and the chain return to the polish that they had before. And yet Oma continues to stare at the lamp in her hand, her eyes wide with bewilderment, like she had never seen it before. When she manages to tear her eyes away from it to you, she looks at you like… like she’s a slave, and you, a person she had only just met, had opened her cage.
[pc.isBimbo|You ask Oma what that was all about. All you did was–
Wait.
Fuck! You used a wish, didn’t you? Shit, that’s not what you meant to do at all! All you meant to do was ask a question! Did you just lose that wish? Can you undo that? You don’t want to use any wishes until you’re absolutely <b>sure</b> of what you want to use them on.
Oma ignores your rambling; she stares at her lamp, dumbfounded, her mouth ajar. You’re pretty sure she hasn’t heard a word you said.
“[pc.Master],” Oma says just as you start your rant over from the beginning. Her mouth still hangs open, but the corners of her lips start to lift, and she lets out a single, soft exhale. She temporarily loses her balance and has to step to one side to right herself.
It takes her another few seconds before she can think to say anything. “[pc.Master], please, you have {two wishes|one wish} remaining. Wish for anything. <b>Anything</b> you can think of. Anything you want, and I’ll grant it.” She steps toward you and, with her free hand, reaches for one of your own. “I’ve waited hundreds of years for this moment; please don’t make me wait too much longer for it. My freedom is so close that I can feel it; I can <b>feel</b> it through this damn collar on my neck. I’ll give you <b>anything</b> you ask for, just, please…!”
Wow, Oma’s getting kind of intense all of a sudden.
But, hey! She wants you to wish for {a few things|something}, right? Sure, you can think of a few things.
In all the excitement, you’ve totally forgotten what it was you had gotten so worked up over….