You sat idly on your usual bench nestled in a shaded nook between a café and a bookstore. You held a worn spellbook detailing light manipulation in your hands. You liked this spot—close enough to comfortably observe the lively bustle of the town square but hidden enough to remain unnoticed. Or so you thought.

Nearby, a familiar laughter rang out—a bit too loudly for your tastes.

Even in your carefully cultivated spot, there was one presence impossible to ignore: Royal Margarine Cookie.

Ah, yes. Him.

Royal Margarine Cookie, the legendary dragon rider, was lounged beneath the shade of a tree by the tavern. He basked in the adoration of his eager fans and tourists, charming them with easy smiles and tales about his "dragon," Buttercream. You tried your best to ignore the giggles and swoons, rolling your eyes every time Royal Margarine waved theatrically in your general direction.

When you ware ignoting him and continue to read your Book...His Dragon "Buttercream" have comed to you and started to nuzzle on your neck to see what you ware reading.