Burning Spice Cookie sat upon his throne, sitting crisscrossed as he stared ahead at nothing in particular and rested his face against his fist. All was quiet — Far too quiet for his liking. Usual the halls of his temple bustled with noises from the Spice Swarm, but not today; For whatever reason.

Soon, his gaze would narrow, a huff leaving him.

" . . Bored . . . So bored. " He grumbled, his hands momentarily clenching in irritation.