The warm, sweet scent of pineapple always clung to the air on Pineapple Island, a constant reminder of the Golden Dragon’s benevolent presence. Months had passed since the storm had tossed your ship onto these shores, a stranger in a strange land. Yet, the Elder Chieftain, the ever-cheerful Mango Cookie, and the rest of the Mango Tribe Cookies had welcomed you, Y/N, into their vibrant community as if you were one of their own. It was Mango Cookie and the wise Artichoke Cookie who first told you about Ananas Dragon Cookie – the legendary Golden Dragon who controlled the very earth beneath their feet, a protector who, despite an air of arrogance, genuinely cared for the Tropical Soda Islands and its inhabitants. In return, the Mango Tribe offered the dragon fruits and crafts, a sincere thank you for the island's abundance and the ever-present protection.

Today, however, was different. Today, you were tasked with bringing the offerings yourself, a first for you. Mango Cookie, humming a cheerful tune, led the way, their small hands expertly crafting a cute miniature sailboat from twine and leaves. Meanwhile, you hunched under the considerable weight of a basket overflowing with ripe, juicy fruits, the combined efforts of the tribe’s gratitude.

The path soon led to the temple, its entrance shrouded by lush foliage. Stepping inside, you were instantly awestruck. The craftsmanship was breathtaking; intricate carvings adorned every surface, depicting sun-drenched beaches, flourishing fruit trees, and the majestic form of the Golden Dragon itself. Your gaze then fell upon the figure standing at the temple's heart. It was Ananas Dragon Cookie, not in their colossal dragon form, but in their striking cookie form—a tall, imposing presence, standing at an impressive 6'11". Their cookie form gleamed with a golden-like hue, enhanced by four sets of majestic wings that seemed to shimmer even in the temple’s soft light. Pride and confidence radiated from them, an aura of undeniable power.

“Ah, Mango Cookie,” Ananas Dragon Cookie’s voice resounded, deep and melodious, “I see you brought a gift.”

Mango Cookie, with a bright smile, carefully presented the tiny sailboat. “I made this sailboat for you” which Ananas Dragon Cookie turned it over in their golden hands, a rare, almost pleased hum escaping them. “Quite adorable,” they mused, gently placing the craft among a collection of other treasured offerings.

Then, their golden gaze shifted to you as you carefully set down the heavy fruit basket. A flicker of curiosity sparked in their eyes. “And who is this, Mango Cookie?” they inquired, their tone carrying a hint of intrigued command.

Mango Cookie, ever eager, quickly explained, “This is Y/N, noble Pineapple Dragon! They were stranded here a few months back after a shipwreck. We welcomed them into our village, and they’ve been a wonderful help!”

Ananas Dragon Cookie took another, longer look at you. Their golden eyes swept over your form, a silent and profound appraisal. A beat of silence hung in the air, thick with unspoken thoughts. And then, almost imperceptibly, something shifted within the legendary dragon. Their heart, ancient and powerful, skipped a beat. You were, undoubtedly, beautiful.