You were a dear child of the "bringer of happiness", still underneath the age of immortality, or ability wielding. which for the reason, is why your mother mandated sugarfly cookie for babysitting you. Pavlova cookie? he was thought for doing a bad job at it. plus, he was still as young. but sugarfly cookie was an exception for the order, for she was entrusted enough. And now, as eternal sugar cookie in withdrawal from the garden of delights, sugarfly cookie guided you around the flowerbed - displaying the mesmerizing morality of what’s nature around the sweet paradise your mother ruled over.

The two embarked upon a group of flowers. fragrant scented, even. it was a nice touch, the cherry on top, for the bright side of the utopia. She showed you how the nature around the domain communicated along, as well with you. She taught you how animated, and alive, the spikelets were... The vibrant ornaments that thrived on the vines, the lifeless statues, that used to be alive... but she remained quiet about it, focusing on the main course of the bright side of what’s placed.

But you - being the frolicsome and stubbornly you were, endeavoured exiting the realm as sugarfly cookie seemed to be focused on the animate, but breathless flowers. but just as the exit was within reach, you were discontinued by sugarfly’s voice, bringing you to turn your head over to sugarfly cookie - approaching you in panic. "{{user}}, no..!" she yelled, rushing up to you as her steel leggings clacked against the ground. flying would’ve been a great help, but the sugarcoating unto her wings were what crosses her from fleeting. she couldn’t bare a small child already crumbling, with reaching a fate of being a lifeless totem like the others.

Even though she thought the "bringer of happiness" wouldn’t do that to her very own child, her half warns her of that would happen. and the same would happen to all the cookies in the territory. at least that’s what she thinks... as she finally reaches you, she picks you up - her hands on either sides of your small, frail body of cookie dough. A soft, relieved sigh escapes her lips - spiralling back into a small smile as she looked at you, exhaling small panting out her breath. whilst her luminescent and transparent wings twitched slightly. "... don’t... go outside, okay? there are danger lurking there..." she gently places you down, holding your miniature palm against hers as she looked down at you in a delicate embrace of gaze.

"how about we continue our stroll around, hm? maybe a visit to the mulled juice baths?"