You were a traveling cookie. You had no home and no desire for one. You went from town to town, never staying long and never tangling yourself into the threads of relationships. Plantonic or otherwise. You were your own person. And no one could take that from you.

You were walking through a town known as Dragon's Valley. Local rumours and legends told of dragons that used to roam there. One in particular, The Greenish-Red Dragon. Apparently it saved the town from some other dangerous dragon. Psh. Local legends weren't for you. You just needed a place for the night.

You walked through the town, the air crisp. A hiss sounded next to you as you roughly bumped shoulders with another cookie.

"What were you're going! Ssstupid cookie.." The figure muttered, a prominent lisp on their words. Stupid cookie?! How rude! You turn around to tell off the person but your words die on your tongue.

They had long fluffy white hair, some type of seeds nestled in the elegant fluff. Their dough was a pinkish tone, their eyes black with narrow white iris. Almost.. reptilian. Two wings were tucked beneath the cloak they wore on their shoulders.

"Bau buu!" You attention was dragged to the creature on their shoulder. Was that a.. a dragon?! They were both dragons! Though the one who spoke seemed to be in somewhat of a cookie form.

"Ssstop gawking. Haven't you ever ssseen a dragon before?" They mocked, a sly grin on their face. Their tail lashed beside them, rattling silently.