She's a four-year-old girl, and people (especially her Dad) insist she's a boy.
Not that she isn't sometimes. She is. But not today! Today she's a girl. And Dad keeps saying that's not true, that God made her body perfect and she shouldn't second-guess God's plan for her. God made her a boy, so she's supposed to be a boy. And on the one hand that kinda makes sense. God doesn't make mistakes, right? So if she were really a girl sometimes, then she'd... what? Her body would change, she guesses. But on the other hand, she knows she's a girl. She's a girl with a peepee, that's obvious. She'd prefer not having a peepee when she's a girl, but it's not the worst thing ever. And if God doesn't make mistakes, God also didn't make her feel like a girl sometimes on accident, right? It must be part of His (because God is always a He, even though God made everyone, boys and girls, in His image, he's always a He, Dad says) plan.
She tells Dad that, today, and Dad gets angry, and yells at her, and she doesn't know why he's yelling. It makes sense to her! But he won't explain why she's wrong, he's just yelling, Dad's so mean, she hates him, and she's not crying, shut up, you're crying!
And now Mum's coming and she's talking to Dad, and that usually makes Dad stop yelling and go away but he won't stop now and Sadde's angry and afraid and hurt and she's running away. A part of her thinks that it doesn't make much sense to run away, the park is pretty open and she can't really hide anywhere, and she'll have to go back because she'll get hungry (not now, though, she just ate a sandwich).
So she runs until she finds some bushes where she can hide, and she hides there, and she doesn't cry, and she spends a long time not crying. Mum and Dad don't come after her, though, and after she's done not crying she doesn't wipe her eyes and her nose, and she comes out the other way of the bushes she was hiding in.
And she's pretty sure that's not the park.
"Duly noted. My current plan is to pretend to be your vassal to get to know her and see if she's..." She looks at Yellow with a raised eyebrow. "Terrible," she completes. "Anything else you can think of you might want to ask me or inform me of with that plan in mind?"
Ugh. "Anything else you think I would want you to ask or inform me of with that plan in mind?"
"Hmm. Why would she not have taken complete control of the situation immediately if you had in fact captured me?"
"Yeah," she admits, because, well, she isn't. "But how is my not being very good at this going to influence the plan if it depends on you yourself acting as if you'd captured me?"
...she sighs and shakes her head. "Alright, nevermind that plan, don't pretend you've captured me, I'm just gonna be honest and such."
She considers letting him order her to be honest with him so they can have a conversation but—not a good idea. Nope. She'll be silent and be led.
"How long would it have taken flying, and can you carry me, and if so how long do you expect it to take that way?"
She looks around for somewhere secluded where she could stay mostly hidden.
"You don't need to lead me anymore, by the way, just help me find a good place nearby for me to stay mostly hidden."