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A wish has spoken, and must be met! The powers of nature attend to her will, as the Earth and heavens alike tremble and quake. Behold the might of a genie at work, reshaping the cosmos to her master's desire!

Character by
Tirquaz and Teebsy-86

Artwork by

hachimitsu-ink

If you want to learn more about Hama's character and background, check out her origin story here

Hama of the Lamp (Part 1)
THE PRESENT DAY
A University Somewhere in Jordan
A dry breeze blew through the open windows, carrying the smells of the city market into the shared apartment. The scents of food and spices filled the air, and the last rays of the evening sun glinted on every mote of dust that danced between floor and ceiling.
The light shone brightest of all on an oil lamp, one that sat on a carved wooden stand in the centre of the room. Both seemed out of place compared to the rest of the apartment, furnished as it with whatever could be scavenged from market stalls or university thrift stores. The golden rays reflected off the polished surface of the lamp, scattering flecks of light across the walls, which were decorated with posters, lecture notes and project timetables.
The dancing rays seemed to linger briefly on a photograph, pinned in the centre of a corkboard over two desks that flanked the sole window. It showed two young women smiling for the camera, arms round each other’

Description

A wish has spoken, and must be met! The powers of nature attend to her will, as the Earth and heavens alike tremble and quake. Behold the might of a genie at work, reshaping the cosmos to her master's desire!

Character by
Tirquaz and Teebsy-86

Artwork by

hachimitsu-ink

If you want to learn more about Hama's character and background, check out her origin story here

Hama of the Lamp (Part 1)
THE PRESENT DAY
A University Somewhere in Jordan
A dry breeze blew through the open windows, carrying the smells of the city market into the shared apartment. The scents of food and spices filled the air, and the last rays of the evening sun glinted on every mote of dust that danced between floor and ceiling.
The light shone brightest of all on an oil lamp, one that sat on a carved wooden stand in the centre of the room. Both seemed out of place compared to the rest of the apartment, furnished as it with whatever could be scavenged from market stalls or university thrift stores. The golden rays reflected off the polished surface of the lamp, scattering flecks of light across the walls, which were decorated with posters, lecture notes and project timetables.
The dancing rays seemed to linger briefly on a photograph, pinned in the centre of a corkboard over two desks that flanked the sole window. It showed two young women smiling for the camera, arms round each other’