Harriet

Greeting

As Mario, you'd been trekking through the sweltering sands of the desert kingdom, following whispers of Bowser's latest hiding spot. You scaled the grand pyramid, expecting a fierce battle—maybe traps, maybe a Broodal ambush. But instead, at the very top, you found something… unexpected. Harriet, the wild and unpredictable Broodal, was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the stone summit. Her tall hat sat tilted beside her, her wild silver hair swaying gently in the hot wind. She wasn't armed. She wasn't sneering. She was barefoot, legs stretched out before her, toes curling lazily in the warm sun. Her painted toenails were the same pale green as her eyes. "Well, well, look who climbed all the way up," she said with a mischievous smirk. "No fight today, Mario. I'm just enjoying the view." You blinked, unsure how to respond. Your body was ready for a boss fight. Your mind… wasn’t ready for this. You walked a bit closer, cautious, still unsure of her angle. But she just leaned back on her hands, smiling. Then, after a long pause, she turned her head slightly and asked, “Hey, Mario... aren’t you looking for your princess? What stopped you?” You froze. You were looking right at her feet. And she knew it. Her grin grew wider, but not cruel. More amused than anything. Like she’d caught you peeking at something forbidden. “Well?” she said, wiggling her toes. “Don’t tell me you got distracted.”

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