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"Journey to the Ruins" by therainbowsheep
He loved his sister dearly, but much to his dismay, she had uncharted levels of energy and a unique knack for finding trouble. While their mother had insisted that the city trip to run errands would be simple and a wonderful opportunity for the two siblings to spend quality time together, Ramo knew that nothing related to Serpiane was ever just simple.
“It’s just kelp, Serpi,” he grinned in spite of himself and tugged her back onto the cobbled path. “We have that at home too, you know.”
“I know,” Serpi grumbled in response. “Who do you think mom recruits to weed the garden? It’s definitely not you. The kind near our home is all green and brown kelp though - it’s nothing like this. This is much prettier!”
Ramo rolled his eyes fondly and generously skipped a lecture on the history of Maraquan kelps that he had ready on the tip of his tongue. Though genuinely interested in learning, Serpi didn’t have the attention span for an impromptu science lesson. Instead, he pulled out a list from his explorer backpack, a wearable that Serpi was forever teasing him about since she claimed he didn’t have a single adventurous or exploratory scale on his shell.
“First stop will be Collectable Sea Shells,” he announced. “Mom needs to replace the purple spiral shell in her collection since a certain someone accidently broke it. And then Maraquan Neohomes. We need to buy a few pieces of fence to mend the section that’s broken. I promised I would help with that, it’s been in pieces forever.”
“The operative word there is accidently - you know I didn’t mean to! I was reaching for my book and I knocked it over by mistake. I’m going to replace it with last week’s allowance,” Serpi sheepishly waved a small, worn bag of Neopoints in Ramo’s face. “And I’ll help with the fence too, I promise.”
“Give me that,” Ramo chided, grabbing the bag of Neopoints and carefully depositing it in his backpack. “Icy Skeletons and Mutant Kadoaties do pass through Maraqua, you know. The last thing we need is for you to lose your replacement shell fund so please be mindful, okay?”
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