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Esmargot
Legacy Name: Esmargot

The Vibrant Scootle
Owner: Destiny

Age: 5 years, 11 months, 2 weeks

Born: May 18th, 2018

Adopted: 5 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: May 18th, 2018

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

The Queen

"BOW DOWN you peasants. You are in the presence of royalty."

A small egg shaped man brushes past you and scoots up to the slimy creature before you. He looks at her with a reverence that comes from years of loyalty. He nods to her and shuffles closer to you. "She says that you may approach the throne," he hisses, unsure of your intentions. What exactly are your intentions? How did you get here? Why does her throne look like it is made of fresh parsley sprigs? What is that smell--is it butter and garlic? The corners of your mouth twitch as you start to salivate. That smell is making your stomach growl something fierce. The lady in front of you starts when she hears your gastrointestinal song and she is probably wondering if it was a good idea to let you in. You slowly move forward and the eggman sneers at you from his place by her side.

The closer you get to the tiny mollusk, the more the tips of your fingers start to tingle and the sensation start to go up your arms. You really don't have any idea how you got there and why you are there but you cannot bring yourself to turn around either. As you approach you take note of her looks. She is a vivid purple--indeed a royal color to be sure- and where you would expect antennae, she has atop her head a beautiful gold and ruby crown. Her shell bears another splendid piece of finery. The gold Tudor-style rose has a blazing ruby in the middle and would daresay fetch a nice ransom. But all this pales in comparison to her most interesting natural feature. She looked as if she were draped in a royal robe lined with the most pristine ermine fur. It's not--that is the pattern or her skin on both sides. This odd creature was born into royalty and nature is showing it.

You finally get close enough--or you guess that is close enough since the rotund little butler hissed at you again. You crouch down as she is a small thing. She beckons you to lean over so that she can whisper into your ear. Closer...closer....closer. You think you are close enough and she almost breathlessly and silently speaks to you. As soft as her voice is, you can still hear her clearly. She says, "My name is Esmargot, and I am the queen of this realm and I need your help..." But that is the last you hear from her because you start laughing at her name so loudly that you wake yourself up. That is the last time you go to bed hungry.

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