<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Lady Ikathka requests Motto of The Brook's presence at Donna Cafe in Central Square mall". </span></span><br/><br/>Motto visibly crumbled before the dark creature as the frightening sensations overwhelmed him.  Grunting, he covered his ears and inhaled a deep breath to expel into a defensive gust.    Information came to his mind in a flash, astonishing the Elemental into withdrawing his attack.  He’d never experienced magic like that before and it worried him.  That snake eye dude was on a whole other level.  Motto stood paralyzed in the thing’s presence, wide-eyed and certain of his demise.<span style="font-style: italic">It got into his mind.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">It would be unwise for Motto of the Brook to be late.</span></span><br/><br/>Motto backed away, tripping over a book and falling onto his butt.  With a panicked, boyish sound he put up an arm to protect himself  but the threat was already gone.  For several minutes Motto sat there breathing heavily with a hand clutching at his heart.  That was straight up terrifying.    With sudden grunt, he reached for a pen and scribbled on the nearest bit a paper:  “Donna Cafe.  Central..Square..Mall.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“S***.. what time?”</span>Motto ran to his balcony and cupped his hands and yelled.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “WHAT TIME??”</span><br/><br/>The Prince ran a shaking hand through his hair and grabbed a fresh tee-shirt.  Stuffing his wallet into his back pocket, Motto dashed out of his chamber and out of the tree castle.  He reached the Donna Cafe just before sunrise and let his back rest against the window while catching his breath.  Eighty Kilometers.  It was by no means the longest distance he’d ever covered in one go, but it was still enough to significantly wear him out.  There was grime on his face and a bit of a scratch from a rock incident.  His tee-shirt was sticky but he knew better than to take it off.  Royal stuff to deal with.   Had to be proper..  On time. ..<br/><br/>Motto slid to sit on the sidewalk and dozed off.