Tiffaney Dyne had considered the story at length. Her best response would have been things like, don't touch strange teleportation artifacts. Pick better men before you engage in adult relations.
When leaving a child make sure that she won't suffer, or that the family you entrust your daughter with is worthy of that trust.
Abandon was the word Tiffaney wanted to use, but even her fragile heart could tell that it was very bad situation.
"That is my chair." Jasmin stood behind the lounge chair that had been crafted for her. Heir Dyne had wrapped herself up on it a dark hair protruding from the curled formed.
"I am using it right now; I will return it when I'm done." Tiffaney rarely snaped at people, not needing to for the most part.
"Tough talk with mom?" Jasmin asked wondering how her own parents were fairing.
