Little Princess Pipp was sitting in the guild hall. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. A sob wracked her body just as Ames entered the Hall.
“Are you all right, little Princess?” Ames asked. Concern was hard in her voice.
“I just don’t know,” Pipp sniffled. “There were so many beautiful pictures I took at the OP battle today… ” and her teary voice trailed off.
“And?”
“And I took them to the PhotoMart hours ago and they are not ready yet.”
“Do not worry, little Princess,” Ames said comforting. “Some day your prints will come.”
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