Bermuda (JellybeanDragon67)

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Bermuda is my entry for the Invisible Murderers Contest! Do not use, edit, or steal her!!! 
D03063F1-B317-439D-BD12-D84EA6F301CB.jpeg|My spoopy girl by Fly!!! TYSM!!!
Old Lady 	Old Lady
 	
Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	Jelly
Coder 	Jelly
Art 	Wize! Thanks so much!!
Main Attribute 	Her scrolls
Elemental Attribute 	Life
Theme Animal 	Sea Turtle
Theme Color 	Teal/Indigo
Theme Song 	suggestions?
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	Over a 100 years
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	Straight
Occupation 	Scroll writer/Librarian
Tribe 	SeaWing
Goal 	To keep tradition
Residence 	Her library/cave in the Kingdom of the Sea
Relatives 	Angelfish (granddaughter), Flounder (grandson)
Allies 	Bluefin† (mate)
Enemies 	Those blasted younglings who think reading is for the old!
Likes 	Writing, baking, and keeping tradition
Dislikes 	Queen Coral, nosy dragons
Powers and abilities 	Normal SaeWing abilities, amazing writing skills
Weapons 	Jellyfish
Quote 	“Could one of sweet dearies come help me with the new scrolls in the back?”
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Appearance
"I don’t know how that old dragon can keep making these scrolls." 
~ Queen Coral
You walk up to the large cave, your mind wondering if this is the right place. That’s when you notice the beautiful engraving above the entrance. In very beautiful talonwriting it spells out The Enchanted Library, and you feel relieved that you final found it. You walk in, your claws making light tapping noises on the stone floor. You find yourself in a large circle shaped room with a very tall glass ceiling. You watch an assortment of fish swim over the glass before you look around. The first thing that catches your eyes are the amazing stone cut scrollshelves filled with scrolls lining the walls. There are two rows of these shelves with just enough room in between them to fit two large dragons. Beautiful sea creature shaped banners were hanging above the shelves, each one for a specific genre and a different color. A pile of comfy spots for you to sit and read scrolls are scattered around, some between the shelves but most in the inner circle. There are only a talonful dragons reading or putting scrolls back to where they belong. 
Your eyes get fixed on the beautiful glass jellyfish filled with bright lights hanging from the ceiling, making you not notice the old wrinkly dragon sitting in a circular stone desk in the middle of the room. She is smaller than your normal SeaWing. Her teal scales lacked edge and saturation, and her dark purple bioluminescent markings are more blobby and triangle shaped than average. When you do see her, you see that her wings are dropped at her side, their indigo webbing accenting her body and matching her underbelly, frills, and talon webbing. The frills on her back and chest are curvy, and the one on her back flopped to one side. She looks up from her scroll and turns to you, her seaweed green eyes filled with kindness. 
“Welcome!” She said in her sweet grandma voice, “I’m Bermuda. Feel free to look around and check out anything you like. If you need help with anything, just let me know.”
She goes back to reading her scroll. You walk up to her, noticing a pair of silver jellyfish shaped earrings with an amethyst gem in the center of them dangling from her droopy ears. The inside of her ears being a lighter teal than her main scales. She looks up from her scroll again, a pair of silver reading glasses resting on her snout. The lenses reflected the light from the jellyfish lanterns above. It is then that you notice her horns curved in a strange way. They looked normal from afar, but up close they resembled that of a corkscrew. When she had looked up, the silver and amethyst beads that wove in and out of each of the loops moved from their resting spots. 
You inform her you’re looking for a specific scroll and that you need help finding it. She smiles and gets up from her seat. You follow her as she starts walking toward a scrollshelf to your right, her tail and wings dragging behind her. She is slow, but that’s to be expected since she’s over a hundred years old. You know this because your friend who told you to come here informed you about the librarian. Once she reaches the shelf, she flashes her bioluminescent markings at a dragonet that’s flying above looking for a scroll. You notice her markings don’t light up as much as they should. You assume it’s because of her age, and watch as the dragonet above grabs a scroll and brings it down. She thanks them, taking the scroll with her reddish black ink stained talons. 
“Here you are dearie.” She says as she turns to you and hands you the scroll. 
You thank her and take the scroll. She smiles and nods as she waddles back to her desk. You stand there for a moment before you go find a spot to read, not knowing of the interaction you just had with a murder. 
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Personality
"It’s been a tradition that’s been past down in my family for generations!" 
~Bermuda
You find a comfortable spot to read your scroll. It’s quiet and peaceful. You read for awhile when suddenly someone walks up to you. You look up to see same dragonet that had grabbed your scroll for Bermuda. She resembled the old dragon a lot, the only differences being the brighter bluer and purpler scales, less blobby markings, wavy horns, and not stained talons.
“May I sit next to you?” She asks, her talons full of scrolls.
You tell them you’re fine with it as you scoot over to make more room. She quickly sits down and carefully places the scrolls on the floor in front of her. It is then that you notice the strange scar on the left side of her face. You hadn’t noticed it before since you’ve only seen her from the right side.
“Isn’t she amazing!” She exclaims as she starts sorting the scrolls, “She wrote every scroll here, and keeps making more! Her mind is still sharp and imaginative even at her old age!”
It wasn’t until she said old age that you realize who she was talking about. You look around and see that Bermuda must have spent her whole life working on these scrolls. You tell the young SeaWing next to you that you agree with her and think that Bermuda is a very dedicated dragon who must be confident and proud of her work.
“She totally is! I-” She started before being cut off by a loud “shhhh!” from Bermuda. 
“Sorry!” She whispers to the librarian before continuing, “I think her work is even better than the Queen’s! She sees the Queen as her rival, and works hard to try and beat her for the top scrolls. Everyone knows the Queen only gets the top scrolls because she’s the Queen.”
You nod as you glimpse back at Bermuda. She notices and gives you a quick smile before returning to her work. scroll. You don’t know weather you agree or disagree with the statement your new friend made, but you don’t make up your mind since you haven’t even finished reading one of Bermuda’s scrolls. When you look back to the dragonet next to you, there even bigger pile of scrolls is laying in front of her. You ask her why they have so many.
“My great grandmoth- Oh! I never told you who I am did I! My name is Angelfish, Bermuda’s granddaughter!” 
You probably could have guessed that, but you still say that’s it’s nice to meet her.
She continues, “I help my great grandmother with the library, and she’s asked me to gather up some of my favorite scrolls so she can make me a special one for my hatching day!” 
You point out how sweet that is of her, and that she must really care about her family.
“She does, but she can be really strict at times.” She explains, “She cares a lot about our family traditions, and insists that we follow them. She gets upset if we don’t. That’s why I work hard to follow them and make her proud!” 
You are startled by Bermuda before you can ask what some of the traditions are. You don’t know how you didn’t hear the old dragon waddle up behind you, but you jumped when she started talking.
“Is my talkative granddaughter bothering you?” She asks as she picks up some of Angelfish’s scrolls. 
You tell her you’re actually enjoying the company.
“Oh good.” She exclaims to you before turning to Angelfish, “Are these all the scrolls?”
Angelfish nods, and starts to pick up the scrolls that Bermuda couldn’t grab.
“You don’t need to grab those.” Bermuda says to her, “I need you to go find your brother and wait by the door for your parents.” She turns to you, “Could you be a dear and help me carry the rest of these scrolls to the back?”
You nod and get up as Angelfish hands you the scrolls before she flys off to look for her brother. She ways to you as she goes, and you wave back before following Bermuda toward a beautiful engraved wooden door across the cave. 
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History
"My greatest grandmother wasn’t the best when it came to enchanting things." 
~Bermuda
Bermuda gestures with her head for you to walk along side her as her and you walk toward what you assume is the room that she makes her scrolls in. You pick up your pace until you are at her side. She looks at you and smiles.
“She told you that I wrote all of scrolls in the library didn’t she?” She asks.
You nod and tell her how amazing it is. She chuckles as she shakes her head.
“She can’t get it through her head that this library is the work of me, my mother, her mother, and so on. I’ve only wrote two full scrollshevles.”
You look at the size of one of the scrollshelves and the amount of scrolls in it. You tell Bermuda that that’s still a lot of scrolls to write. 
“It’s my life’s work.” She explains, “It’s tradition in my family for the females to continue on this legacy. My son’s wife can’t do it since she’s not my blood relative, but my granddaughter can. It’s made me so happy to see that she too has a love for these scrolls.”
Her and you reach the beautiful dark oak door. An amazing picture of a school of jellyfish along with swirls and coral looking shapes is engraved into the wood. You notice that part of the engraving says, “Only the librarian and those she allows can be back here.” You don’t pay to much attention to it, and go inside.
The room is smaller than you expected, but still big enough for two to three dragons. It’s rectangular unlike the main part of the library and the ceiling is much lower too, but it does still has that relaxing feeling. Before you can look around, Bermuda waddles to the scrollshelf in the back of the room. It’s much smaller than the ones in the main area, but it still could hold a fair amount. 
“You can just put the scrolls on the table.” She says as she puts the scrolls she has in an empty section of the shelf. 
You set the scrolls down on the beautiful table that you assume was made out of the same wood as the door. It’s shaped like a sea turtle, and it even has a shell design. The chairs are shaped like turtle eggs with teal cushions added for comfort. As you wait for further instructions, you look around. You see a wooden desk sitting against the left wall. A beautiful peacock feather quill is resting on it. Five shelves sit on the wall above the desk, each one carrying opaque ink jars with labels to small to read from where you are standing. What really gets your attention is the fish tank in the right wall. Inside you can see different kinds of jellyfish, each species divided from each other by a section of glass. You aren’t an expert on jellyfish, but you’re pretty sure all the species in the tank are super dangerous. Before you can ask Bermuda about them, you feel a sharp stab in your neck. You turn around just as your entire body goes limp. Your eyes start to close, and the last thing you see before everything goes dark is Bermuda with a calm but sinister smile.
You awake, unable to move anything but your eyes. You feel pain everywhere, but mainly your head. You are extremely confused and scared as you look around. You’re still in the back room of the library, but you’ve been moved on and strapped to the table. You try to yell, but you only manage a whimper out of you closed snout. After a little while, your memories of what happened flood back into your mind. You remember it was Bermuda who had stabbed you with something, and you assume she is also the one who tied you up. You here the creaking of the wooden door behind you, and you know exactly who it is.
“You’re finally awake.” Bermuda said as she walked around the table to be in front of you, “I didn’t want to start draining blood until you were. I’ve had dragons die because they were asleep in the middle of the draining process, and I don’t want to make that mistake again.”
You watch Bermuda grab a decently sized needle and an ink jar. You now realize why they weren’t transparent like normal jars. They were used to hold blood. You remember that the scrolls in the library all had beautiful reddish black ink, and now you know why. You try to move again, this time putting all your effort into it. You manage to get control in your talons, but that’s it. She notices you wiggling your talons and shakes her head.
“Don’t try to move.” She said in a stern voice, “It doesn’t help anyone. I will just inject more jellyfish toxin in your body to make you limp again, and then I’ll have to wait another hour for you to wake up.”
You’re at least happy to know what she stabbed you with, but you’re still confused and very upset. You manage to get feeling in your face, but only enough to make expressions. You give Bermuda a confused look. She puts the needle and ink jar on table, you could tell by the way she set them down that she was annoyed.
“Will you stop trying to move if I explain what’s going on?” She asked in a sort of irritated voice, “Blink twice if yes.”
You blink twice and stop trying to move. You don’t want to be stabbed again, and you don’t want to die. She had seemed like such a nice dragon who was just doing what she loved. You wonder why is she doing this, and who else might know about it.
Bermuda sits down on the chair in front of you and starts to explain, “As you already know, this library and the honor of being its librarian and writer has been passed down in my family for generations. What you don’t know is how my family has been writing our many scrolls. You see, if my family and I wrote all the scrolls by talon than the library would be much smaller. Our talons would start wearing out from all the writing, and we would have to stop writing when we reached about 80 or so years of age. That’s why the quill my greatest grandmother made was created.” 
You watch Bermuda get up, and you assume she walked over to the desk you remember being on your left. You here her open one of the drawers and then close it. She comes back and sits down in front of you again. She pushes the needle and ink jar she set down earlier out of the way, and places two different ink jars and a piece of parchment on the table. You notice the peacock quill you saw early was in her right talon. She continues explaining,
“This quill was enchanted by my greatest grandmother to write scrolls without needing a dragon to write with it. It’s written all the scrolls in this library on its own. The only thing that my mother, grandmothers, and I have had to do to get it to write was make small sacrifices. My greatest grandmother enchanted the quill to only write with the freshest blood of someone close to us who has been killed by our talons. Now before you try to say that the amount of blood in one dragon would be enough to last a writer’s lifetime, know that the blood only stays fresh for so long. Let me show you.”
You watch as she dips the quill in the ink jar to your right, but you’ve now decided to think of it as a blood jar. 
“This blood is three months old.” she explains, “It’s still considered fresh, but it doesn’t produce super good stories.”
She whispers something to the quill but you can’t hear. Suddenly the quill wizzes out of her talons and starts writing on the parchment. You can barely keep up with how fast it’s writing. Bermuda whispers to it again, and it stops. She empties out the blood that’s left in it before dipping it in the other jar. She whispers to it and nothing happens.
“This blood doesn’t work since it’s about eight months old.” She explains, “I’ve figured out that the blood goes bad at about six to seven months.”
She cleans the quill before putting it and the jars back where she got them, or at least that’s where you think she put them. While she does that, you look at the needle and jar to your right. If you could just move your head a little, you would be able to grab the needle. You focus all your effort into moving your head, and you manage to get some control. Just as you were about to grab the needle, Bermuda returns and grabs it. She didn’t seem to notice your head had slightly moved, and you are thankful for that.
“The reason my greatest grandmother enchanted the quill the way she did was so that the the library was passed down to only those worthy of it.” She tells you as she starts tapping your head near your temples. “It takes a strong dragon, both mentally and physically, to bring themselves to kill one of their own. My older grandmothers always killed a family member, but my great great great great great grandmother figured out that the blood of any SeaWing would do the trick. This is because we are the same tribe, living in the same place, and ruled by the same Queen. Aha!”
Her talon tapped directly on your temple when she said that. 
“You should be honored you know. Your blood will be used to write a scroll that my granddaughter will cherish forever! Now this will hurt, but only for a little while.” She said as she started to line up the needle with your temple. 
Fear and adrenaline take over you at this point. You for sure do not feel honored. You jerk your head and fight with all your might. Your rapid heart rate brakes through some of the toxin’s hold on you, and you get feeling in your arms, legs and tail. You start thrashing them about. Bermuda growls in anger as your flailing sends her falling to the floor. You get feeling in your throat and mouth, allowing you to yell for help. Bermuda jumps up quickly for an old dragon and grabs a different needle filled with a strange liquid. She clamps your snout shut with more strength than you’d ever expect her to have, and she injects what’s ever in the needle into your shoulder. You feel a familiar pain as everything turns to black once more.
You awake on a comfy bed in an unfamiliar place. Your vision is blurry, but you can make out other dragons around you. The room has a light blue color to it, and setting sunshine seems to be pouring in from somewhere. You try to move, but you can’t feel anything. Fear kicks in and causes you to try and run. You end up falling of the bed and hitting the cold smooth floor. You here two sets of talonsteps run over to you.
“That’s one way to get out of bed.” Said a sweet young voice that came from one of the dragons who was helping the other get you back up on the bed. You don’t recognize the voice, but it gives you this calm feeling.
“Don’t worry friend. You are safe in the palace infirmary. The jellyfish toxin will wear off soon and you’ll be good to go!” Explained the other dragon who was now helping you get into a comfortable position on the bed. “Ill go get you some water to drink and a fish to snack on.”
Finally realizing you’re safe, you relax. You are confused about what happened, but a headache is preventing you from thinking about it or really anything. Your eyesight clears up a few minutes later, and the dragon who helped you earlier walks over to you and sets a plate with fresh fish next to you. With your now normal eyesight, you see that the dragon is a beautiful blue and purple SeaWing. She tells you her name is Atlantica as she helps you eat and drink before leaving to help other patients. You thank her before she goes. A few minutes later you get feeling from your shoulders up, and you look around. The room is big and oval shaped, and the roof curves to give the place a nice safe egg feeling. Circular windows on the ceiling allow sunlight to leak in, causing the medical equipment to show off its cleanliness. You see about five other patients in the room, all SeaWings. You don’t stare at any of them for to long since you don’t want to be rude. It seems that Atlantica and a dark blue and green SeaWing are the only nurses currently on shift, and you assume that the blue and green SeaWing is the one who helped Atlantica get you back on the bed. You get the SeaWing’s attention and ask for their name.
“I’m Squid!” He exclaims as he adjusts your pillow for you.
You tell him you’re thankful for Atlantica and him for helping you. He smiles and says, 
“It’s just what nurses do!”
He left you to rest, and told you call out if you needed anything. You look up through the windows unable to sleep, your eyes seeing Bermuda’s sinister face every time you close them. A few hours later, you have full control of your body again. You get up and try to walk, but dizziness causes you to sit back down. The nurses tell you that they want to keep you overnight, and you agree to stay. You’re still traumatized from what happened, and staying in the infirmary sounds really nice. The nurses give you a special medicine to help you relax, and you drift off to sleep.
“When will they be awake?!” Growled a sharp voice that snapped you out of your light sleep. 
You open your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust them to the bright sunlight. You realize who’s voice it was once they adjust. Commander Shark stood a few feet from the end of your bed, facing away from you to speak with the two nurses that helped you the night before. Atlantica glances at you, and seeing that you’re awake answers Shark’s question.
“It seems your yelling has awoken them.” She says in an annoyed voice, “Ask them the questions you want to ask them then leave.”
Shark turns toward you, but not before giving Atlantica a growl of unpleasure. He looks at you and asks in a stern voice,
“I need you to tell me everything that happened to you while you were at Bermuda’s library.”
You shudder at the mention of Bermuda’s name as your mind flashes back to the day before. You tell Shark everything you can remember before asking him what exactly happened and how you ended up in the infirmary. 
“A dragonet ran into the back room after they heard you yell.” He explains after writing down what you said, “They found Bermuda holding a needle filled with jellyfish toxin and you laying on the table unconscious. They yelled for others in the library to come help them, and ordered one of them to get a guard. Bermuda tried to stop them, and ended up nearly killing the dragonet who found you. That’s when a few guards showed up and arrested her. She’s currently being held in the electric eel prison. I just can’t believe she’s been behind the strange natural deaths.”
You look around the infirmary and see a dragonet sleeping on a bed across the room. They are covered in claw marks, the most notable one being the large one across their left eye. You hope you can thank them before you leave the infirmary, and then you look back at Shark. You ask him what natural deaths he was talking about.
He sighs an annoyed sigh and explains, “Every year there is a dragon or dragonet that always dies from a jellyfish bloom, shark frenzy, or something else like that. The guard and I have always assumed that they were caught off guard or didn’t know any better. Turns out Bermuda used these natural ways of dying to cover up her murders.”
“How did the dark red ink not bring up any questions?” Asked the nurse that helped the one who brought you food.
“The Gaurd and I asked her about it once or twice,” Shark told them as he turned toward the nurse, “and both times she showed us a red flower. When she mixed it with the ink, it gave the ink the color it is on the scrolls. She told us it helps the ink not fade, and that it also helps others identify the scrolls as hers. We believed her and didn’t think much of it.” 
You’re about to thank Shark and ask him for the names of the guards to arrested Bermuda, but a young looking guard comes running in yelling.
“Commander! Commander!” They yell while looking for Shark.
“What is it!?” Shark asks the guard.
“She’s escaped and freed some of the other prisoners!!” The guard frantically explains while catching his breath.
“What!? How!?” Shark questions with slight concern in his voice. The concern quickly disappears as he barks an order, “Nevermind how. I want all available guards to focus on capturing the escaped prisoners! I’ll go inform the Queen of the situation.”
Both him and the guard run out of the infirmary. You get up, look toward the door, and look at the Atlantica and the younger nurse. They look at you and the one who brought you food says,
“Shark and the Gaurd will get everything under control. You’ve already helped plenty by telling Shark all the information you know. The best thing you can do is stay out of the way.” 
The fear of Bermuda escaping the guards pushes you to try and go help, but deep down you know Atlantica is right. You don’t know your way around the palace, and you’ll probably just get lost or in the way. You decide to see if you can help the nurses with anything. 
“We could always use an extra set of talons!” Exclaimed Squid as he handed you a stack of damp towels, “Could you hand these out to patients who want them?”
You nod and start handing out towels. It makes you feel happy and useful when the patients smile and say thank you for bringing them the towels. Unintentionally the last patient you brought a towel to was the dragonet who saved you. He is a small SeaWing with dark teal scales and deep blue webs. He looks to only be about 2 years old. Your heart drops when you see a deep claw marks across his left eye and neck. You sit down next to him, hoping he can sense that he’s not alone. You wonder where his parents are, but you’re thought is interrupted by a frantic SeaWing couple who came running into the infirmary. Squid runs over to prevent them from entering without explaining who they are and why they’re here. You instinctively step in front of the dragonet’s bed, ready to fight for him if needed. You here the male of the couple start to explain who his mate and himself are but his mate looks over to you and the dragonet and yells out,
“Flounder! That’s my son!!” Before pushing past Squid and running over to you.
Squid and the female SeaWing’s mate rush after her, almost tripping on their talons. You get out of the way because you know better than to get in the way of a mother dragon and her dragonet. Atlantica came over as soon as she realized Squid had more to handle than he could. You get out of the way, and as you walk back toward your bed you notice a familiar dragonet sitting in the entrance. Your heart skips a beat when you first see her. You forgot how much she looked like her grandmother. You walk over to Angelfish. Her head is held low in sadness as she holds her tail for comfort. When you get closer to her, you notice she’s crying. She notices you and quickly stands up, wiping away her tears. 
“I not crying!” She states as she sniffles, “I’m strong just like my little brother!”
You realize that Flounder must be her brother as there aren’t any other dragonets in the infirmary. You tell her you know she’s strong and that it’s ok to cry. She breaks down in tears and cries as she sits down next to you. 
“This is all my fault! I should’ve known grandmother was up to something, or I should have found Flounder sooner so that he wasn’t the one who got hurt! I should’ve insisted on helping grandmother instead of letting you help her and you ending up almost dying!” She sobs, tears making a small puddle on the floor. 
You tell her sternly yet nicely that it wasn’t her fault. You tell her that Bermuda is the one who did all of this and that she is the one at fault. You make her swear not to beat herself up thinking it’s her fault.
“You’re right.” She agrees, “This is all my grandmothers fault! None of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for her! I can’t believe she did this to me! To us! To everyone! I’m going to go have a word with her!”
She suddenly takes off down the hall. You follow after, yelling for her to wait. She doesn’t slow down, and you soon realize where she’s heading. As you chase after her, you pass Commander Shark and the Gaurd. A bunch of the guards are pinning who you assume are escaped prisoners. Commander Shark sees Angelfish and you running by and calls out to you,
“Where are two you going?! You’re not allowed that way!”
You keep running, ignoring his yells. Next thing you know you’ve caught up to Angelfish at the entrance of the library, or at least where the entrance should be. The library has completely disappeared, like it was never there. You look at Angelfish. She’s standing where the center of the library would be, looking down at a piece of parchment. You walk up and stand by her, looking out toward the horizon. 
“She’s gone. Everything is gone. Now I understand what she meant.” She said softly
You ask her about what she’s saying.
“When I was younger, my grandmother told me that the library is enchanted, and that it and it’s librarian are connected. That they give each other strength. That if they become in danger they disappear to a place no one but the next librarian can find them. She told me my destiny was to be the next librarian, so I’ll go find her. Maybe not now, but one day. Please go. You’ve been through enough, and I’m not going to drag you farther into my grandmother’s web.” 
You can’t find any words before Shark and a few guards show up. You’re force you to leave as Angelfish takes to the sky. You watch her fly off into the sunset as you’re escorted away. Your body is frozen. Not because you’re stunned by Angelfish’s words, but by the sound of Bermuda’s laughter in the far distance.
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Relationships
"I wrote this scroll to remember my dear Bluefin." 
~Bermuda
Angelfish
* Was very happy when she hatched
* Loves her very very much
* Can’t wait to pass down the Library to her
* Currently waiting for her to find her
Flounder
* Loves him, but wasn’t very excited when he hatched
* Doesn’t spend as much time with him because he isn’t really into scrolls
* Sometimes gets annoyed with him
Bluefin
* Loved him till the very end
* Was devastated when he was diagnosed with a fatal illness 
* Made a scroll just for him using his blood 
* Reads the scrolls to his spirit every night 
Queen Coral
* Extremely jealous of her and her scrolls
* Hates that she only wins best scrolls because she’s Queen
* Still respects her when she sees her
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Gallery
"How did an old lady get away with doing that for so long?" 
~Random SeaWing
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