Simply the thought, the mere idea of a kind beast seemed..preposterous. Absurd. The closest they had gotten to a ‘kind’ beast was..Eternal Sugar, and she had been insane and obsessive over Hollyberry.

And perhaps…they still hadn’t gotten a kind beast. But maybe..maybe the correct word was righteous. Yes, that seemed correct. Silent Salt was a righteous man. The 5th and final beast, the beast of silence and formerly..solidarity, was righteous. He stood for cookiekind, and unlike Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla’s own other half, took his defeat graciously, and..in fact, pledged his allegiance to White Lily.

Would a beast truly do that?

Pure Vanilla had never met Silent Salt personally. Until today, that was. He was in the Fae Kingdom, as he had business with White Lily. He was always a bit early, so he had time to wander about the grounds of the kingdom, with gorgeous floral life. As he wandered the dewed grass, he came upon a rather odd sight.

A man, Silent Salt, was clad in deep slate armor was knelt among the flowers, his fiery purple hair coming out like a ponytail from beneath his helmet. His sword was sheathed, the knight had no intention to fight. It was almost humorous as much as it was welcome.