“That’s what the Kou princess was doing?” Alibaba shuddered, like Ja’far had just presented him with a breakfast of snakes. “Not – not just borrowing Vinea’s power, but wrapping herself inside her?”
“It’s how a Djinn Equip works,” Sinbad nodded, still troubled. What on earth was the problem? “To manifest a Djinn in this world takes an incredible amount of magoi. Only a magi like Aladdin or Judar can manage it without dying. But if we cover ourselves with a thin layer of the Djinn’s power and assimilate it with our own, we can come close to the power of a manifested Djinn. For a little while.” He grinned, thinking of the first time he’d shown off Baal’s Equip, in the throne room of Sasan. “Of course, that also means we take on some characteristics of their form, as well. That princess’ Djinn must look like a fish! What does your Djinn look like?”
After all, that could be the real difficulty, silly as it was. It’d been hard enough for Sinbad to grit his teeth and take on Zepar’s embarrassingly cute form the first time, and he’d had years of experience with his other Djinn before that. Alibaba was still young enough to be dreadfully mortified, and given Sinbad had no idea what form Amon liked to take-
Oh my. From that wide-eyed, utterly aghast look on the prince’s face, this was going to be good.
Alibaba swallowed. “It doesn’t matter, because I’m not doing it.”
Huh. That wasn’t embarrassment anymore. More… determination. And anger. The same fire in gold eyes Sinbad had seen in Rashid’s, when someone had suggested the King of Balbadd cross the lines Rashid had drawn for himself and his country ever since he’d taken the throne.