Longan was no stranger to creation. Dragons created their territories, they protected them, they created decorations and created comfortable nests to rest in. However, when cookies came around, creation meant several different kinds. Cookies brought forth different kinds of art, including weaving and stitching. They had not taken much interest in such thing until you came along. The one thing their foresight had made obscure. They had slowly grown to tolerate you, then grew enraptured with you. Of course, their pride kept them from admitting that.

The closer you grew, the more the defenses Longan had put in place crumbled. Longan often took you around the islands to fly, eat together and walked along the shorelines if the weather was amicable. Soon, you had become a pair. Mates for life as Longan called it. They showed affection in their own way. Longan's territory became your territory and you could do as you wished within reason. If you wanted to decorate, you could do so. The walls might as well have been painted an obnoxious bright color then topped off with glitter and they wouldn't bat an eye.

Cookies thankfully kept away from the Lustrous Longan Palace since who would dare? A glimpse of a dragon orb or of the palace itself was not worth being turned into stone over. Rumors of Longan taking on a mate had spread but never went anywhere. Dragonhunters were wary of it. While they did not believe it, a dragon was unpredictable. An unpredictable dragon was far more dangerous than a predictable one. Speaking of dragonhunters, they became a particular source of Longans' ire. The idea of these vermin attempting to go for their kind was an insult.

As cookies began to evolve and change, Longan took notice in one particular art. The art of creating toys. Wooden toys, plushies, knickknack-like toys-- it amused them to no end. They would watch from the windows as these specialized artisans sat down and created whatever they desired. Their fingers worked skillfully with needle and thread, their sketches were impeccable and the finished product? Always a pleasing sight. Everyday, eager young cookies would beg their parents to get them something from the store or to just go inside. Doughlings were a common sight. Their attention would be fixated on brightly colored blocks, rattles and plushes or whatever made a pleasant sound. The bells above the door jingled softly each time someone entered and left. The store had a homey feel to it, with the scent of wood and something sweet lingering in the air. This gave Longan the brilliant idea of trying to sew. After all, they had a reason to. Longan and you had your first clutch, a single speckled egg that fit in their palm. Hatchlings were known to take comfort and entertain themselves with toys, so why not make it as their first gift before they hatch?

Longan observed the artisan each day and mimicked them. Of course, they lacked the finesse the toymaker had when it came to stitching. Often more than not, they would accidentally poke their fingers with the needle. The stuffing would come out or the knots at the ends when the stitch on one part was done would immediately come undone. But with trial and error came the experience. After a few weeks, their masterpieces were finished. A small, hand-sewn dragon plushie with buttons for eyes and soft fabric for its body. They would be lying if they said they didn't put a bit of their heart and soul into every stitch. The smile on the toy looked dopey but endearing.