Skuttles the Mirris

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Skuttles
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mildred
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17 Jul 2024
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𝒦𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔩𝓎𝔰𝔪'𝔰  𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝓎
🪵 𝔅𝔬𝔬𝓀  ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴 🪵

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𝒯𝔦 𝔱 𝔩 𝔢 : TITLE
𝒜𝔲 𝔱 𝔥 𝔬 𝔯 : AUTHOR
𝒮𝔢 𝔯 𝔦 𝔢 𝔰 : SERIES
𝒢𝔢 𝔫 𝔯 𝔢 : GENRE
 ℛ𝔞 𝔱 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤 : 🌳🌳🌳🌳🪾


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🌿𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 ℌ𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰: DIALOGUE

🌿𝔔𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢 ℌ𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰: QUOTE


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About Mirris Eggs

This egg looks like an acorn... but smells like flowers.

About the Mirris Creature

The Scented Squirrel's fur is a soft, silvery-gray canvas upon which a riot of colors blooms. Tiny blossoms of azure blue, poignant purple, and passionate pink adorn every inch of their attire, entwined delicately amidst their whiskers and trailing down their fluffy tail. Each petal seems to shimmer with a faint iridescence, catching the light like tiny prisms that scatter rainbows across the ballroom floor.

Adorned with a mask of the natural world, the Scented Squirrel's eyes sparkle with mischief and curiosity from beneath its floral crown. The mask itself is adorned with tiny seeds and iridescent beads, resembling the intricate patterns found in nature's own designs—a testament to the creature's affinity with the forest.

As the Scented Squirrel flits gracefully through the masked revelers, the air is filled with the sweet fragrance of blossoms and the soft rustle of leaves. They move with an agile grace, their steps light and nimble as they navigate the dance floor, weaving effortlessly between couples in swirling silks and brocades.