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Setsuna Approaches the Throne
Queen Forsythia leaned back in her throne. “Dahoon, what is next on the docket?” “The second of the emergency meetings you asked for, my Queen.” The Queen sighed. She was not looking forward to this one. The wood parted, but no one entered. One of the guards from outside poked her head in, indicating the visitor had not arrived. “Should we reschedule?” “No, just announce her. If I know her, she will appear when her name is called.” Dahoon looked at her skeptically. “Now presenting Setsuna of Senndai,” he called out formally. They all sat still, waiting for something to happen. “Now presenting Setsuna of Senndai,” Dahoon repeated hopefully. The Queen closed her eyes in exasperation. “Setsuna, learn your marks, will ya’?” the director yelled from off-screen. “Sorry!” There was a clattering of high-heels approaching. “Sorry, sorry, oh, I’m sorry! Did I ruin the take? I’m sorry!” The air in the center of the hall split, as if being cut with a knife. Through the tear, a young woman ran through frantically, a beverage in one hand, a sandwich in the other. “I’m here, whoa!” Setsuna snagged her toe on the edge of the portal and fell through, tumbling to the floor of the hall with a great embarrassing splat. Her drink spilled everywhere, forcing Athel to pick up the hem of her gown to avoid being stained. Setsuna groaned in pain as she lay on the floor, her face planted into the splattered sandwich she had dropped. “Is she okay?” Dahoon wondered aloud. “Okay, let’s get a cleaning crew in here,” the director grumbled. “Tah dah!” Setsuna moaned weakly into the sandwich. |
