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“Relm! What did you do?”
Relm looked up, paint on her face and a now empty canvas in front of her. There was a mirror beside the canvas. Strago started looking around. “Where is it?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you mean, grandpa!” she shouted as she began to clean up the paint and hide the mirror.
Strago looked up from looking under her bed. “Stop!” Relm froze. “Turn around and drop what you’re holding.”
Relm cringed and turned around with a defiant look. She dropped her paints and held out the mirror. “Relm! Don’t drop that-” Relm dropped the mirror and the shards scattered. “-mirror...”
“Hmph!” She left the room and Strago sighed.
“Ungrateful little-”
“Who are you calling ungrateful?”
Strago spun around to see Relm with her fists on her hips, just out of the closet that had been closed since he had entered the room. A thought jumped out at Strago.
“Relm!”
“What?” two voices yelled at once.
“I thought I said no more self-portraits!”
“Keh, I’m not a self-portrait,” the second Relm said.
Strago looked and noticed; technically, she was not a self-portrait, but an older Relm in a long flowing glimmering purple dress and a tiara.
The real Relm popped her head into the room. “Yeah, she’s what I’ll look like when I’m a queen!” Relm exclaimed and left before Strago could stop her.
Strago shook his head and glanced over to the other Relm. “So when are you going to le-” The other Relm suddenly popped into a puff of rainbow colored smoke. “-ave.”
Strago collapsed onto Relm’s bed and looked to the ceiling. “Ulena, you couldn’t have had a nice, calm daughter?” Strago muttered.
“I heard that!”
Strago covered his head with a pillow. Relm giggled, running off to paint another portrait.