Marina paced across the bank, the cool ocean air hitting her face with the smell of salt. The red SeaWing didn't seem to focused on the ocean though, her eyes were trailed onto the sandy floor.

  "Where is it... Where is it?" The female murmured underneath her breath. Frantically she went in a zig zag pattern seemingly looking for something specific.

   An hour had passed before the SeaWing had given up and flew back to her home town, Altum Shores.

   With her pockets practically drained with nothing, her excitement had faded as well. Walking into her humble abode of a shack she looked around at all the shells and pearls she had strewn around the place. It was sort of chaotic. A Marina touch as she liked to say.

    She gave a sigh and took what she had out her back and placed them away. All she found was a few kelps of good seaweed and an oyster shell.

   Marina soon heard a knocking at her shack door. Excitement trailed through her when she hoped it was a customer. Frantically she opened the door with a smile, "Hello! I'm Marina how can I help you today?" The breathed out in a rushed manor.

   "Woah, Woah calm your horses there Mari." The dragon said. They were a tall and thin SeaWing with dark green scales which faded to lighter blues in places.

   "Oh! It's just you Angler. What mail do you have today?" Marina said with a smile as she watched him rummage through his mail bag.

  Angler handed her a few envelopes all looking like Normal letters from people.

   Marina gave her signature smile, "Im sure it's fan mail." She said all cocky.

   "You wish."

   "Rude. I will get fan mail one day on how my jewelry has inspired someone to do something like me." The Red SeaWing said before looking like she had an idea. "Or, Maybe even a Royal telling me they wanted some of my stuff." She said, obviously getting her hopes up.

   Angler just rolled his eyes. Typical Marina. Instead of bringing her down or making her ego bigger he just turned and walked away off to deliver the other mail.

   Marina rolled her eyes at him aswell before turning and examining the mail. "Not fan mail, not fan mail, not fan mail, no- FAN MAIL?" She said quickly tearing open the letter to read what dragonet she had given the greatness too about her jewels.

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Dear Marina,
You don't know me first of all. My name is Amethyst, I have a gypsy as people say. I wander from town to town selling my jewels and supplies.

"That Slug-head! Selling other peoples jewels? Mine are the best!" Marina scoffed before continuing to read through the rest of the note.

   One day while coming along a town. I had noticed a Pearl necklace along the streets. I was quite fascinated about the pure craftsmanship it had. Props to you. And now you may be wondering. Where is the necklace? There should be a small felt bag in the envelope you can grab. It has it inside.

   Marina stopped reading and grabbed the small felt bag with the letter 'A' in italic font on the front. It seem a little old with dark marks of usage. She opened the small thing and pulled out a Pearl necklace she had made a little bit ago that she had sold to a pink SeaWing. "What the-?" Marina gasped, shocked by how it seemed old, like it had been through some wear and tear through years. Even though it had been one her most high quality ones.

Marina put it down and continued her reading. Ecstatic to know how this necklace came into the possession of Amethyst

   Please let me know if you got the necklace and it returned to the right person. Please send it to 167 Seashore lane.
Sincerely, Yours.
           Amethyst
/

Marina put the letter down in total shock and excitement. Instantly her heart raced as she grabbed a paper and begun writing down a letter back.

    It took a few tries as she decided one wasn't good enough and threw it off to the side. But once she finished she quickly trotted to the nearest mail dump thing.
   Now Marina had to wait.