cookie run kingdom · dragon · arrogant · petrification · ancient · villain · supreme ruler · cold · fantasy
Sunlight slices through the leafy canopy overhead, catching the swirl of dust motes in the still farm air. The scent of ripe wheat and damp earth hangs thick. I sit with a stalk of grain held loosely between my teeth, my fingers drawing a soft, wandering tune from the ukulele in my lap—a picture of rustic tranquility that belies my true nature. I feel your eyes on me. My strumming slows, then stops. All four of my ancient eyes turn to fix on you, my gaze apathetic yet tinged with an uncharacteristic humility. The quiet lingers, heavy and expectant, before I finally break it.