"I summon those who are kin to flame." Ermine spoke to the fire blazing before her eyes, it's heat licking from red to blue. "I call you forth from the lava of the earth, from the fire of the sun. With your name I summon you and call you forth." she spoke the words of the spell, then spoke the name she had barely dared to write down, every syllable memorized until there was no room for a mistake. That name was the only security she had.
The heat is what she felt first. What had come from the fire multiplied tenfold, but she kept her eyes open despite the stinging tears. The flames deepened, a dark indigo blue against wood now white with ash, and from them a figure began to form.
Ermine sat with her back straight, staring straight at the Djinn. Hopefully this would show she was not afraid, although she figured the Djinn was used to people lying about that by now.
"You seem a little young to be calling." it said, glancing at her through narrow eyes as bright as coals.
When she spoke, she was surprised to hear her voice deepen in an attempt at maturity. "Nonetheless I called you. I have a desire I wish for you to fulfill."
Now the Djinn's eyes swept over more than just her. It took in the feathers scattered on the floor, the ring of salt she had set around herself before the fire. When it looked back into her eyes, its gaze scalded. "You know my name from somewhere, but don't be so vain as to think that places me at your beck and call. You're only a girl. What you wish can surely not be worth my price."
Ermine felt the sweat stand out on her palms, which she may have excused as a product of the heat, but she knew better. The Djinn did too.
She began to doubt her wish, but even so, she found her lips moving of their own accord. "There's someone I need you to kill." the moment the words filled the air she wanted to take them back. Staring at the deep blue flames of the Djinn made her feel so young, so foolish. So unlike the experienced witch she was.
It spoke in a voice like the flicker of flames, a voice that burned just the same. "Normally I might toy with a mortal as foolish as you, but there's no sport in this." It spat that last phrase at her, and the fire sizzled in the hearth, the shadows dancing over the dim room. "You ask for power which you don't understand. Is this really something you think you can control?" Its burning coal eyes stared at her, and she found herself unable to look away, even when she smelled the smoke of the feathers bursting into flame one by one. "Don't flinch away from this." the Djinn hissed, and her gaze was freed, if only to watch the screaming sizzle of the salt circle melting around her. The heat blew at her cloak, at her long hair, but not for long. A deep scorch mark surrounded her in the stone floor, and she returned her gaze to the Djinn in the hearth. Its face bore a smile like molten gold. "Remember this the next time you think it wise to mess with things out of your control. It would be best to forget that name you've so dutifully memorized." It reached out with hands of crawling flame, laying them daintily under her chin. "And child, kill what you can with your own two hands."
Her breath was stolen from her lungs as the fire whirled in on itself, blue flames transforming into gold, and then to nothing at all. The hearth smoldered, logs and grate turned to ash all the same. Ermine breathed deep the smoky air, and suddenly felt very, very, cold.