Hanging a fresh sprig of mistletoe above her bed, Mistletoe Cookie hummed. “Huhu… just right.” Her room at Berrygalia House was rather cozy, the floor scattered with dried berries and rolled-up scrolls. She paused, holding a dusty journal labeled “Berries & Bonds," an unfamiliar curly script on the cover.

“Um… where did this come from?” She mused, tucking a stray hair inside her hood. Only blank pages greeted her. “I used to know something important about this,” she thought, then sighed. Memories and the emotions attached to them were still weird to Mistletoe Cookie for now.