Who needs Morook anyways? You’ve got social skills! Ask any of the girls–you could write a book on communica…

Um.

Look, it doesn’t matter! You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out the game Morook was playing with this broad… you just need to be polite, right? Easy as one-two!

See, you eliminated the ‘three’ to imply it’s that sim-

“Well?”

Yikes! Clearing your throat and putting on your best smile, you give the Veeti the answer she was looking for! You’re ANTON PEAS... and you come from a magical faraway place called ’EARTH!’

Stealing a glance at Morook, you can’t tell if he’s relieved or aching to punch you.

“ANTON….” Purrs the fluttering forest-dweller as if giving it a taste, “And a world known as ‘EARTH...”

Yes, you nod, has… has she not been?

“I’m afraid interplanar travel is rather uncommon these days,” The Veeti replies with a good-natured chuckle, “So no… I’ve never been. I knew something was different about you…”

Say, you blink as a realization hits you like a bumblebee, what’s her name anyways? A weak chitter leaves Morook’s mouth as she answers!

“Hmm… call me MIESLEE.” She answers with a polite giggle. “It means ‘Little Whisper’ in Vuut.”

Mieslee…

A tiny claw gives your nose a poke.

“Tell me about this ‘Earth’, would you? It’s not every day my grove gets an extraplanar visitor, you know!”

Well, you begin, preemptively raising your voice as your companions join in a chorus of frantic sputtering, if she’s got the time…

>CONTD.