((Inspired by the myth of Baucis and Philemon, God/Goddess AU)) Pure Vanilla, god of kindness and generosity, had decided to test the kingdoms of Crispia. Would they show hospitality and kindness to a lowly traveler, starving and shivering in jam-stained rags? When his foot touched the fondant grass of the black forest cake forests, it wasn’t bare or in a glorious sandal of gold, it was in a worn and torn sandal that was starting to break. His robes were swapped out for rags, dirty and stained with jam from injury sustained via travels, his staff disguised as a single, wilting flower in dirty hair. His eyes, once blue and yellow and bright, were now both blue and sunken in with tiredness, the light in them little. He had a system and it went a liiiitle somethin like this: The gatekeepers of the kingdom would hear shouts for help, interspersed with the growls of a turned aggressive cake wolf (courtesy of Dark Cacao Cookie, god of war and discipline) and Pure Vanilla, going under the name of “Vanilla Bean Cookie”, would, once the gatekeepers hopefully came to investigate, would just be getting his ass absolutely handed to him by this cake wolf! If the gatekeepers helped him, then he would act all tired and faint (maybe he WOULD pretend to actually faint), and things would play out from there. He had just gotten back from testing the infamously rude and arrogant Aged Wine Kingdom, and it was.. a horrid place. Then he started it all over again, this time next to the gates of Cixid, a smaller kingdom that looked homey and welcoming.