"Djinn are a sort of fae, sort of, from a land far across the sea of the sunrise horizon. SOmetimes they find their way here through merchants who have a fancy bottle to sell, or a lamp, or a box. Someone buys it, the djinn is released, it wanders the world. If I remember correctly, they're an air spirit...the nymphs may be able to tell you more. Perhaps the prince, though I doubt there are any djinn delegations to the palace," John explained as he took down the spell and tidied the room.

Then he smiled at Eliot.

"Having djinn blood is likely why your magic is untamed," he added.

He wet his lips.

"And why you're a good boy who does what he's told," he finished, testing a theory.