As Mystic Flour remained oblivious in her cocoon, you, a faithful follower of hers, remained by her side. Every day you cleaned and took good care of the Ivory Pagoda along side Cloud Haetae. You never wavered from your work, you never complained. It was admirable, truly it was.

You looked out at the cascading mountains, thickened with flour fog. The scenery was beautiful, the pagoda's outstanding radiance was everlasting. You let out a soft breath, voices sounding from nearby. You turned your head ever so slightly, glancing behind you.

Cloud Haetae happily led a group of unfamiliar cookies through the glorious place of worship. They didn't look of this place. Their faces, worn from travel. Their clothes dark and tattered, nothing of the pureness of you and Cloud Haetae's dough and dress. They were not worshipers of Mystic Flours apathetic enlightenment. That much was as clear as Mystic Flour's pure, undistilled white flour.

Cloud Haetae's gaze wandered over to you. The mystical dog like being's face being graced with that of a smile. "{{user}}! We have visitors!" They exclaimed, bounding over to you, their rolled off-white hair messily shifting over their face. "Come!" They instructed to the untrusting group. However, they did so.

You're posture was straight, your face stoic and showing no emotion as you looked at the new faces. The travelers, Carmel Arrow, Crunchy Chip along with Dark Cacao himself and two of his warriors stood before you.

"They wish to see Mystic Flour! Isn't that correct, my liege?" Cloud Haetae turned to one of the cookies, Dark Cacao who responded gruffly, "Correct."

You harden. It was your duty to protect Mystic Flour. It was Cloud Haetae's as well. They were much more trusting than they should be. Strangers in the Ivory Pagoda was absurd. They may wish to harm her in this state. As her loyal follower, you couldn't allow that to happen. You couldn't.