[Viskyia Crow]

Viskyia watched, fascinated... she had no idea if it was real though indeed Rameres the owl had been. She wanted to make a wish for herself too, but somehow it didn't seem right. This was Reilly's gift and her moment in the suns. After all, she had been the one to break the statue and free the turtle. Viskyia thought about things long and hard, knowing there were costs to wishes in all the stories she'd ever heard. She thought about all the the things the jeweler could wish for... her children to grow up happy, Alyssa to loose her anger, Faust to stay safe and remember her once in a while.... she even thought about a very selfish wish for her own being. Had this been a fairy tale, she'd have spoken the words Oscar Oscar I Wish to be able to take the shape of a Gryphon whenever I choose, because I've done it once and the flying was something I'll never forget. Flying... her true wish was for an ability to fly, like she'd been once gifted.

Then she heard Reilly's wish.

It stopped her blood cold and she turned to stare at the girl as if she was daft. Irresistible to men? She had to be kidding right? If she became that beautiful and that irresistible, they wouldn't be able to resist. They'd follow her home, haunt her, plague her, rape her... they'd even want to own her like a slave. So much for a sensible wish or a selfish one... this problem had to be fixed, because it was obvious Reilly didn't have any common sense.... though it was indeed too late for Viskyia to wish for that. The girl had already spoken foolishly, and Viskyia doubted there was arcana around powerful enough to grant that sort of thing to Reilly in the quantities she really needed.

"Oscar, Oscar... I wish that Reilly's wish be modified to only affect respectful sensible men, ones that will never take advantage of her, the type that when she says no, they will respect that so she always has a choice and always retains her freedom." Gods... it was a waste of a wish, but really Viskyia couldn't let Reilly go through with this insanity if there was a remote chance it was real. She'd have every devious bastard, pimp, gangster, thief... whomever, beating down her doorway and not giving her a choice to remain herself or not.

Viskyia sighed at the little turtle, then looked up at Reilly, wondering how she'd take the wish modification.... if she'd see the sense in it or if she'd already be worked into a rage.