The Jann, as the lowest order of the djinni, were closest to humans in ancestry and appearance. Though over two hundred years old, Cari’s most natural form was that of a young girl perhaps a few years older than Selima, wearing just white sirwaal trousers and a lemon-colored sidaireeya with no shirt beneath it, exposing what would have been considered an immodest display of her golden-fleshed bosom if she’d been a human. She was barefoot and wore no veil, and her long black hair was worn down her back to her shoulder blades. She had an oval face, wide brown eyes flecked with gold and sparkling with intelligence, and a slender figure that could almost be called boyish.
“Thank you for the compliment and welcome to our desert camp, O Jann,” Jafar greeted her. “A lot has happened since we par
