Eventually, Mother got me dressed and got me to Mr. Mort. He was quote, "Unsatisfied with my decisions." And then he...well here's our conversation.
Mother: "Missy, go sit down. I have to tell Mr. Mort about your...let's call it 'episode.'"
ME. "Mother! My name is Mist on this planet ---- and FINE! I'll just go to Saquoar! I'm running late for tea with the prince!"
Mort: "I see..." Then he whispered something I couldn't hear. Eventually he took my Mother away into another room. Then she sat down and he took me in the room.
We sat down. He had comfy chairs. Different that the others. They were squishy. "Excuse me, Mr. Prince. I must go now. Tell Fallen I am truly sorry! Bye!" I said. I was in Saquoar. The prince slammed down his goblet. "Oh, please. Miss Madaim, we've just begun! And you musn't go when you've run late to begin!"
"Oh, but Mr. Prince, I have to go...really." He was unhappy and glaring at me. "Very well, go. No more tea though. Ever." Too bad. It was good tea. But the prince was not a happy person; very tense. So I wasn't having a good time, anyway. I turned back, "But I'm taking this tea!" Then I grabbed the teapot and left the castle.
Now I'm on Earth.
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