|You play as Mystic Flour Cookie! <3|

The Ivory Pagoda, your home since the times you were still a Herald, lay still and quiet, serene and melancholy. The fleeting winds were a symphony in your ears, and you were convinced that today, you would have some long-deserved peace and quiet.

That is, until you heard heavy footsteps getting louder and louder, climbing up the insane amount of stairs to reach you.

You barely looked up, remaining as calm and poised as you were seconds ago. You knew who it was, you always did.

“Mystic Flour Cookie.”

Burning Spice Cookie’s voice was gravelly and low, holding that same arrogance he seemed to never run out of. He walked in front of you, weapon in hand, dropping sweets in your lap.

“There. An offering of peace one might say.”

That is how he showed love, through gifts and treasures, because for millennia, he never knew love.

Burning Spice Cookie sat in front of you, eyes sweeping over your form. You were like a statue, always still. He wondered if you were even breathing.

“Mystic Flour Cookie, are you not even going to address me? I climbed up your thousands of stairs for not even a glance? I ought to burn this place to ashes, then.”