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rightfulrulerOzma tapped the side of the shell, listening to her finger tip echo into it's heart.
It has been sitting on her throne this morning. No one had seen who had brought it, no one knew where it came from.
When she held it up, she could hear the ocean, perfectly clear. Even, if she listened carefully, seagulls crying out over the surf.
It had to be a message from Queen Aquarine. She just didn't know what the message could be. Turning it again in her hands, she shook it, wondering if the message was tucked to deeply in the curls of the shell to escape on it's own.
This might require an adventure.
It has been sitting on her throne this morning. No one had seen who had brought it, no one knew where it came from.
When she held it up, she could hear the ocean, perfectly clear. Even, if she listened carefully, seagulls crying out over the surf.
It had to be a message from Queen Aquarine. She just didn't know what the message could be. Turning it again in her hands, she shook it, wondering if the message was tucked to deeply in the curls of the shell to escape on it's own.
This might require an adventure.
