On a cold snowy day, in the middle of December, a quaint little cottage rested in the morning light, puffing bits of smoke into the misty shadows. Everywhere, trees grew thick, and foliage trailed about in an untamed fashion, creating a sort of wild garden. A rope of thick, green ivy climbed the sides of the house, framing the doorway and the windows. Two windows faced front. The first one, dressed with a homely flowered curtain, was to the left of the door; to the right of the door was the second window, its curtains pulled back to reveal bright firelight from within.

Hello, my name is Purpletalkata and I live a happy life with my Central Nebula on planet Purpletuor. Humans probably don't understand our language. Central Nebula means family in bluketalk. I can speak and comprehend four different tongues including plabotory. Oh my! I am gloating about myself once again! My moria, mother, sought out my name because I am constantly talking! I do not look like most aliens of my kind. We are purple worms with antenna's two feet high! You can imagine the stress it puts on our necks! I have a extraordinary gift received to me when I was born.