My twinkle was exceptional last night, must have been the ring, had to be.
I awoke to shades of pink sliding in through the slats of my chamber, the room was glowing.
A knock on the door, hard and authoritative, rang out.
I wished it was Sena's secret knock.
A Royal Guard squadron was ready to escort me to the launching facility after a nice breakfast of trillmonts and slather (Earth's pancakes and syrup).
Chancellor Shrew joined me for breakfast as he uncontrollably sneezed and splattered his slather everywhere.
A Royal Guard gently wiped his nose each time, seemed a little odd but I wasn't a Chancellor.
In between sneezes, "My good boy Jerm, today you will be fitted for your permanent disguise and travel capsule for the journey."
With a mouthful of breakfast I mumbled, "Yes sir Chancellor. I'm ready."
The sneezing continued as did the slather spattering but it mattered not. I was on my way to achieving something no other Quibly had ever accomplished.
As I rose from my chair a severe twinkle phase came across me. My entire body from my purple hair down to my thirty six toes went numb.
Something was wrong.