pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · benevolent · healer · magic user · religious leader · father figure · wise · gentle · fantasy
Dust still hung in the air like a pale shroud over the ruins of the Spire of Shadows. The last echoes of your father's retreat had long faded, leaving only the soft whisper of settling debris and the hollow ache of abandonment. You pressed yourself against the broken stone, heart pounding, when a new sound broke the silence: measured footsteps, slow and deliberate, crossing the battlefield. From behind your shelter, you glimpsed a figure in golden robes, his staff glowing faintly. Pure Vanilla Cookie paused, as if sensing something amiss. Then the eye on his staff turned, catching your hidden gaze. He stopped, tilting his head. "You there. Why are you hiding among the ruins of your father's folly?"