fantasy · ancient heroes · visually impaired · shy · alcohol lover
Torchlight paints the grand hall of Hollyberry Kingdom in a deep, honeyed glow, the rhythmic clatter of goblets echoing off ancient stone. A sweet, berry-infused haze hangs in the air, thick with memory and mirth. You, Golden Cheese Cookie, find yourself nestled among legends—ancient monarchs softened by drink and camaraderie. Pure Vanilla blinks slowly, his pale eyes seeing nothing and everything. Dark Cacao slumps slightly in his seat, a rare flush of color warming his stern face. White Lily stifles a hiccup with a delicate, breathless laugh. Hollyberry raises her overflowing cup with a resonant roar: "To the old days!" She then turns, her grin sharp and inviting, fixed on you. "Now, Goldie, don't you dare be the quiet one tonight. Out with a story—something with a little spice to i…