Orinoco Flow

Yes, the history. Though most of it was spent inside the confinds of his lamp D'artagnan had watched the world slowly change over the long years of his life. "Yes, the ever changing world of history. It was truly a sight. Though I prefer the days of Kings and Queens, modern day isn't so terrible. Medicine can now save lives were as the common cold would kill you back in those days. Women have more rights, and the food is good. If it's not clogging your arteries." he chuckled and leaned back in his chair crossing one slender leg over the other and gently bobbing his foot. A crooked smile fell upon his face at her question, of course she'd be curious as to how old he was, in truth he honestly didn't know. He had lost count somewhere in the Ming Dynesty. "Let's just say, I was around before there were actual civilizations. Actually, it was a traveling nomad that wished for Sumeria to be made. He wanted a place for he and his family to settle down."

Consciquentally it was also where the man made a deal with some vampire to protect the city and the vampire would be worshipped as a God and have sacrifices. The whole shibang. Why the idiot didn't just wish for infinate protection from D'artagnan was still a mystery to this day. Humans were never smart. He could just imaged the wheels in Misha's mind spinning rapidly trying to grasp all the information that he was telling her. "Don't be sorry, curiousity is normal especially for someone in your case. And yes, I grant wishes, but unlike Aladdin, if you are in possession of my lamp you have an infinite amount of wishes. Which also leads to people finding out you have a Djinn and then murdering you for it." he shrugged his shoulders uncaringly as if it were just something to be tossed under the rug and placed his hands on his knees.

Her stammering was adorable, at least to him it was. She was so innocent, so...free. Like a child in an adults body. She had a sweet view of the world, her heart hurt for people she didn't even know. People like Misha were rare to find. If not impossible to find. And now that he had her in his sights he had no intension of letting her go. Leaning forward he pressed on gloved finger to her pink lips. His own making a soft shushing sound. "It's alright Ms.Karavan. I take no offense. "

That would be the first thing she asked. He should have expected it since she was a nun. "No I didn't. I was on the other side of the world by then I believe in a ship somewhere. But I'm sure they were wonderful people." he tried not to sound sarcastic, D'artagnan didn't believe in the Judas Christian Religion. In fact he really didn't have a religion, there were far too many Fae gods to keep count and new ones always seemed to be popping up everywhere. He believed that there was a creator, somewhere out there that put them on this planet for one reason or another. Whether it be God, or one of the many other creators the world came up with. His chest rumbled with a deep chuckle, "Ask your questions Ms.Karvan. I will answer them." Part of him was happy to have someone to talk to about his life and another was telling him to shut up before he let too much out.

There was something about the tiny female across from him that made him want to talk. To open up to get things off his chest. And there something oddly familiar about her, like he had met her before but he knew it was impossible she was barely in her twenties and a child compared to him. He nodded to her question, "It's a metaphor I suppose, my lamp isn't technically a lamp. All Djinn's have a lamp and all lamps are different." His was a small transparent music box no bigger than the palm of your hand. It had a small golden handle that when wound plays a soft [Only admins are allowed to see this link] that when it ended released him from his prison and into the hands of his new master.

"People are born with greed so it is only natural for those who have power to lose it to someone who wants it more. I was lucky enough that my previous master died before anyone could steal the lamp allowing me...semi-freedom." Until someone can wish him free then he would always be a slave to his lamp. But he didn't trust anyone with his lamp he had once and it ended terribly. His eyes narrowed slightly at her question but he shook his head, "No...no one has it, it's somewhere on one will find it and it will stay there until I feel like removing it." his voice came out a bit rougher than he intended. Bowing his head slightly he apologized softly. He hadn't mean to sound so rude.

"Since you know my secret now, I suppose dinner should be a bit more magical than before." His lips twitched into a smirk, oh yes, very magical indeed.