Chapter Text
Pure Vanilla was happy. Finally being able to see his friends again was a blessing he thought would always be just out of his grasp. However, it seemed like ever since Dark Enchantress’ origin was revealed that things had become unbearably tense. Even small things seemed to rub Dark Cacao the wrong way. Today was no exception. Hollyberry and Dark Cacao were visiting to help him plan the expedition to Beast Yeast. He stood next to Dark Cacao looking over a map of the region, though much of it was fuzzily approximated. It was complicated when no one really knew anything about the area. Even Hollyberry, who had been there for quite some time, remarked on the disorienting nature of the continent. Hollyberry had retired already for the night but Dark Cacao requested to go over the map one more time. Despite the rigid air Dark Cacao gave off, Pure Vanilla did miss being close to him like this. He had always looked up to him, seeing him as a pillar of support.
“What do you think, Dark Cacao? If I do an expedition from the air we may be able to see points of interest more easily while avoiding danger.” Pure Vanilla hesitantly brought up the plan he had been ruminating on for awhile. His hands tightened around his staff as he proposed the idea. Exploring from the air would remove the potential of facing dangers on the ground and effectively eliminate the problem of getting lost.
“You will lead it?” Dark Cacao tensed, his lips forming a tight line as he considered the proposition. “No, I’m against it.”
Pure Vanilla frowned softly. Was it just because he had suggested leading it himself? He hadn’t wanted to bring it up as the topic had been a heated debate during the council. Despite that, Pure Vanilla was just as capable as everyone else. He worried that Dark Cacao saw him as weak just because he was a healer.
Actually, he knew Dark Cacao respected him but he couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone saw him as someone to protect, rather than someone that could be relied on.
“A-against it? Why?” Pure Vanilla turned his gaze up towards Dark Cacao’s. As the light of resolution, Dark Cacao was difficult to sway once he’d made up his mind. Dark Cacao closed his eyes as he thought of a compelling reason for why Pure Vanilla couldn’t lead the expedition.
“Because, you’re too reckless.” He said, finally opening his eyes slightly to gaze down at Pure Vanilla. His expression was surprisingly warm but Pure Vanilla couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment and confusion that had embedded itself in his chest.
“Reckless? What makes you say that? I won’t be alone of course, but there’s no reason to risk more than one of us on a preliminary expedition!” Pure Vanilla retorted realizing moments after he said it that he had probably said too much. He turned back towards the map feeling his face flush. He almost certainly knew why Dark Cacao said that: he had sacrificed himself to defeat Dark Enchantress and been isolated for many years. Unable to help his friends, and unable to be helped. He frowned imagining how lonely his friends must have been, especially Dark Cacao.
“So, you wish to risk only yourself? Do you think you’re less important than the rest of us?” Dark Cacao’s tone stayed cool but Pure Vanilla could tell he was upset from an almost undetectable waver. He had been around him long enough to recognize it. The slight sharpness, the way his throat tensed just a bit, constricting himself from yelling before it was really necessary.
“That’s not what I meant…” Pure Vanilla mumbled, casting his gaze downwards to his hands, practically wringing them out as he chewed on his nerves.
“Then, what did you mean? Do you think we would be happy to use you as a sacrifice? A mere tool to keep the rest of us safe?” Dark Cacao’s tone grew sharper. It was as if the air chilled around his words.
“I already told you, I didn’t mean it that way I just…” Pure Vanilla felt his chest constrict. What was he supposed to say to bring this conversation back to a productive space? He didn’t like when Dark Cacao was angry, least of all when the anger was directed at him.
“You are too eager to sacrifice yourself. Nobody wants you to be a martyr.” Dark Cacao drew his shoulders inwards as if in an attempt to stifle his intense feelings. He couldn't, however, stop his next words from being spoken.
“What would White Lily think to hear you so readily offer yourself like a lamb for slaughter?” Pure Vanilla drew back eyes widened.
“You’re so sure I’ll die? It’s a risk, yes but I’m capable of holding my own!” Pure Vanilla felt the frustration he had so carefully been holding back flare up behind his eyes. Why did he have to bring up White Lily? Dark Cacao knew how much Pure Vanilla missed her, how much he would do to see her again. As the anger ebbed he felt instead his chest constrict against the beating of his heart. If White Lily had not become Dark Enchantress… he could imagine her expression at the idea that he might put himself in danger. Her lips curled downwards and her eyebrows furrowed. The image made his heart ache as if it was being mercilessly squeezed.
“Never mind, It’s obviously too late for us to talk about this, I’m going to get some air.” Pure Vanilla said, wrestling his emotions into check. There was no reason to fight over something like this with one of his dearest friends. He turned on his heel leaving the map open in front of Dark Cacao as he strode out of the room. His steps held a sense of urgency, he was close to breaking into a run. He usually preferred not to leave things on a negative note but he just needed a moment to gather himself.
Outside the air was cold, it always got a bit chilly this far up in the air. He took a lungful of the crisp air turning his gaze up towards the sky. A combination of the dim lights and the thin atmosphere meant the stars shone upon the Pure Vanilla kingdom in a way you couldn’t see anywhere else. Vibrantly with strings of delicate colors twisting together, they shone like an embrace dancing in the sky. He slowed his pace taking solace in the quiet surroundings. Pure Vanilla didn’t hire guards, it felt unnecessary, he hardly wanted to be a king but there was no one else to oversee the kingdom; he couldn’t bear to leave it abandoned.
—
He wasn’t sure how long he had been walking but when he finally let his gaze fall away from the starry sky he saw one of his beloved greenhouses, the smell of lilies wafting from the doors left just slightly ajar.
That was strange.
Because it got so cold at night around the castle he kept the doors closed to lock in the heat of the day. He approached the greenhouse carefully pulling the door open. He stuck his head inside, half expecting to see someone inside. He clutched his staff closer to his chest, unable to shake the feeling of unease. Despite his worry the room was devoid of anyone else’s presence. Perhaps someone had visited and didn’t realize the door hadn’t closed fully when they left. Pure Vanilla made sure nearly everything was open to the public in his new Vanilla kingdom. He stepped inside fully, walking along the rough cobblestone path. He always felt comforted when he came here. Perhaps it was the sweet, gentle smell of lilies that always seemed to put him at ease, or the way the moonlight made the bunches of snow white flowers practically glow as if they were magic. He came to a stop under the spired roof turning his gaze upwards studying the artistically paned glass. Moonlight drifted down to his face, it was nearly full and shone brightly.
He should apologize to Dark Cacao he thought as he felt his chest ache longingly. There had to be a compromise they could come to, after all they were friends. They were friends, but more importantly they were allies. He couldn’t simply make all the calls and expect things not to get heated like they did earlier. He turned back towards the entrance of the green house taking a deep breath in preparation for a tough conversation. First he’d check the room they were talking in earlier, then if he wasn’t there, Dark Cacao’s chambers.
Suddenly a flowing white shape caught his eye near the doorway. He rubbed his eyes. Was he so tired he was seeing visions of White Lily? He shook his head, chuckling softly to himself. He walked back to the entrance stepping outside into the chilly air again. Then, out of the corner of his eye he saw the flurry of white catching a ray of moonlight again. He turned towards the shape as it disappeared around a corner. It really did look like…
“White Lily?”
He followed in the direction the mysterious vision had gone. As he rounded the corner he saw it again just barely out of his sight. The more he thought about it though, it really did look like a person. He quickened his pace to a brisk walk cursing himself silently for chasing an apparition. For all he knew his melancholy mind had made it up but still. If there was even a chance… he should follow it.
Despite his longer stride, the person always seemed to be too far ahead of him for him to call out to. Before he knew it he was running through the streets of the kingdom stumbling over loose tiles in the street shrouded by the darkness. Even then, why… Why couldn’t he catch up to White Lily? He rounded another corner stopping to catch his breath. This was the clearest he had seen her, but he couldn’t call her name as his lungs burned taking in the much too frigid air. He reached his hand out as she stepped near the ledge that marked the end of the kingdom and disappeared in a pillar of light. She had gone to the ground, but why?
He took a deep breath before stumbling in the direction she had gone.
—
Pure Vanilla didn’t know how long he had been following her, always just out of his reach, always at a distance. He wished she would let him close that distance, then maybe she wouldn’t have become Dark Enchantress, then he could have helped her through whatever made her feel so alone. The white figure disappeared into a dense thicket of trees and underbrush.
“White Lily…” He wheezed out between breaths. “Please don’t push me away…”
His robes caught on a thorny bramble, tearing as he powered through. He just had to catch up to her. Then, he could apologize to her. He could apologize for never realizing how much she kept to herself. Surely, she, just like him, didn't want to be a burden. He felt a sharp pang in his chest. Did he make her feel like a burden?
Suddenly he broke into a clearing and the overpowering smell of lilies hit him. That sweet and bewitching scent he had relied on for so many years. He felt a pang of guilt as he imagined how White Lily must have felt while he drowned his sorrows in a mere symbol of her, how little she knew she was loved. He took in a shaky breath blinking tears from his eyes. He padded quietly through the clearing keeping an eye out for her figure. The alluring smell made his head spin but he didn’t want to stop breathing it in. She had to be here. He was so close to her. He opened his mouth to call her name but stumbled a sharp pain radiating from his ankle as he fell to the ground and tumbled.
He had fallen into an opening. The walls around the enterance jagged like teeth, waiting to swallow him whole. The path ahead was dark, but the smell was stronger in that direction. He left his staff on the ground and pushed himself back to his feet. He braced himself against the damp walls of the passageway limping deeper into the dark surroundings. Soon he couldn’t see anything but he was sure, if he went just a bit further, he would find her. He could finally say all the things he never got to say to her. He took in a sharp breath as he saw a faint light ahead of him.
“White Lily?” His voice came out more quietly than he meant it too painfully distorting from the tension that had accumulated in his diaphragm.
There was no response. He continued forwards. He couldn’t turn back now even as the pain in his foot got sharper, radiating heat as it began to swell. Usually he would scold a patient for walking on a wound like that but he didn’t have time to waste resting. White Lily was just ahead of him.
Finally he entered a wider opening in the cave. In front of him wasn’t White Lily but a gelatinous mass of shimmering goop. He had never seen anything like it. Hypnotizing colors shifted through the form blurring his vision.
“You poor thing, so weary.” A voice resonated directly inside of his skull. He winced, collapsing to the ground. He felt an icy grip constrict his fluttering heart. But before he could do anything his senses were assaulted by that seductive scent. His eyelids grew heavy as the scent of lilies filled his head.
“You have so many emotions you hide deep inside of you, you don’t want to burden anyone with them.”
His temples pulsated at the sound. The voice sounded like everyone he had ever known and nobody at the same time. A silent vibration behind his eyes churning his senses into mush. He wanted to crawl closer and at the same time he wanted to recoil away. He wanted to run, but his senses, his feelings melted around him oozing out, he almost felt a sensation like they were bleeding out of his ears but when he raised a trembling hand to his face there was nothing there. Huh? Was his hand shaking? How did he know that? He felt disconnected from his own body as if his soul was floating away in that low hum.
“Do you want to forget it? The things that trouble you?” The voice spoke again and his eardrums throbbed, but strangely there was no pain, because there was nothing to hear. There were no soundwaves being transmitted in this space aside from his shallow and ragged breathing.
“I will help you, it will be bliss.”
Bliss?
Pure Vanilla’s eyes fell downwards as a warmth began to lap at his knees. A tendril had extended from the mass, touching him ever so gently. He should want to run, but he couldn’t will his heavy limbs to move. A part of him thought it sounded nice, the offer that was being made. He could forget about White Lily, Dark Enchantress, his fight with Dark Cacao, and all the painful things that he had been through. The things that made him who he was today. He wanted to keep those memories but a part of him resonating deep in his chest would not allow him to reject this offer. He shuddered suddenly feeling as if it was hard to breathe, but he didn’t feel worried. There was nothing to worry about as long as he could feel warm like this, and smell that beautiful scent.
That was what Pure Vanilla thought as everything went dark.
—
Dark Cacao stepped out of the council room. He had stayed there for a while, stewing in regret for the things he had said. He hadn’t meant to lash out at Pure Vanilla. He just got so frustrated that his friend was so willing to throw himself away. As if he didn’t understand the way everyone cared for him. Dark Cacao sighed. He should go look for Pure Vanilla and apologize. There were a few places Pure Vanilla could have gone, the green house or back to his chambers. He decided to check the green house first. He knew how important that place was to Pure Vanilla. He moved quickly wanting to catch him before he went to sleep, besides that, he was feeling anxious about it for some reason. It wasn’t often that he fought with his friends like this.
He arrived outside the grand green house, stopping to prepare himself for something absurd like Pure Vanilla crying amongst the lilies. However, he opened the door to find no one was inside. His lips formed a tight line as he turned around. That must mean Pure Vanilla had already gone to his room. It was a shame because that meant he might be in bed already and he’d have to wait until tomorrow to apologize. He started walking that direction, just to check, but his attention was caught by a bright pillar of light in the distance.
He suddenly felt a pit forming in his stomach. Could Pure Vanilla have gone down to the surface? He tried briefly to explain it away. Perhaps it was just a villager? Pure Vanilla ran his kingdom in a strange way, everyone went freely about the kingdom as they pleased. It was likely someone going home after a late night drinking. Despite himself, he couldn’t shake the idea that he needed to check. He started at a brisk walk, then broke into a jog before stumbling into a sprint. If it was Pure Vanilla, he couldn’t have gone far.
Dark Cacao stopped for a moment to catch his breath glancing around for any sign that Pure Vanilla was here before stepping onto the warp pad. He felt dizzy but quickly regained his composure. He always hated using that portal, it made his head spin disorientingly. After shaking off the lightheadedness he glanced around again finally seeing a footprint in the mud, heading straight into the forest. He frowned, noticing some distortion in the shape as if Pure Vanilla had been running. Was he being chased? But… There was only one set of prints. Dark Cacao headed in the direction the footsteps were headed, hoping to find more clues in the forest.
It was easy to get disoriented in a thick forested area at night, even though he was certain he had been walking in a straight line, Dark Cacao still couldn’t deny that he wasn’t sure if he was walking in circles or not. He stopped swallowing the lump in his throat. He didn’t have time to waste getting lost, he needed to ensure Pure Vanilla was safe. Finally he saw it, a small piece of white fabric stuck to a thorned bush. He rushed in that direction and was hit with the thick repugnant smell of rot. He recoiled, his heart pounding violently against his ribcage as if trying to escape. He pushed forwards, absolutely certain that this was where Pure Vanilla went, and that he needed to find him soon if he wanted to see him alive. He came into a clearing, the moonlight harshly illuminating the surroundings in stark contrast to the dark forest. Scattered about his feet were withering lilies of the valley and dry brittle grass; all sitting still in the stagnant air.
He continued forwards, covering his mouth and nose with his hand in an attempt to stifle the sickening smell that clung to the air. Walking past a rock he noticed a sharp drop off into an underground passageway and at the bottom of the drop was Pure Vanilla’s staff. He picked it up, briefly uncovering his nose. The stench hit him and his shoulders heaved as he suppressed a gag. He wasn’t a stranger to the smell of death but he could never desensitize himself to it, the underlying sweetness despite the horror and grief it foreshadowed. He continued forwards into the dark passageway placing his hand delicately on the side of the damp wall to avoid losing his way or falling. Eventually a dim light reached his eyes. He stepped carefully into a larger room.
The scene before him caused him to jerk back his hand flying to his blade. In the corner of the room a glowing gelatinous mass stretched across the tiles debris and animal bones floating about inside it. The creature was practically emanating that disgusting scent. He flinched scanning the mass and there he saw Pure Vanilla, not fully submerged but his head covered. A gold thread of light was gently pulled from his eyes twisting as if being spun by the pulsating mass. Dark Cacao rushed forwards, roughly tugging Pure Vanilla free and into his arms. His body was limp and cold but he took a shaky breath and coughed splattering that putrid goo across Dark Cacao’s chest. Dark Cacao let out a relieved breath, just glad for a moment that he made it in time. He had thought he wouldn’t be able to apologize after all. He rubbed Pure Vanilla’s back hoping to steady his breathing or break loose more of that substance from his lungs. Shaken from his moment of relief Dark Cacao noticed the mass of goo oozing towards Pure Vanilla. The tendril convulsed forming a deformed, and disgustingly bulging hand. Dark Cacao pulled Pure Vanilla roughly away from it, tossing him out of reach. He winced as the dull thud of his friend hitting the floor reached his ears. He deftly pulled his sword, not turning away from the enemy before aiming a few calculated slashes at it.
The slimy hand writhed momentarily before being reabsorbed into the mass of jelly with a sickening squelch. A few paces away another tendril formed, crawling across the floor towards Pure Vanilla in a manner that could only be described as unnatural. Dark Cacao realized he was at a stark disadvantage. He didn’t know a single thing about this creature. Making a swift judgement he scooped Pure Vanilla haphazardly into his arms and ran.
Fleeing felt cowardly but every good king knew the value of a strategic retreat. Dark Cacao didn’t even look back, all he could think about was making sure Pure Vanilla was safe. Once he made it out of the woods he stumbled to a stop taking a deep breath into his burning lungs trying to steady his frantic heart. He thought as he breathed shakily that it seemed his dearest friend could never get into trouble that was simple to solve. In his arms, Pure Vanilla stirred. He coughed, delicately covering his mouth with one hand.
“Dark Cacao… Why am I wet?” He frowned drowsily, resting his head against Dark Cacao’s chest, no doubt listening to the sound of his heart. Dark Cacao sat him down on a nearby rock pulling a piece of cloth from his pocket and gently wiped some of the goo off of Pure Vanilla’s face. It would be better to get him home to take a bath but he still wanted to make sure he could feel at least a bit of dignity as he regained his senses.
“You don’t remember the slime that was eating you?” Dark Cacao said softly, he wished he could laugh at his delivery but he shuddered instead remembering the image of Pure Vanilla unconscious in the mass of rot.
Pure Vanilla’s eyes widened briefly then he frowned.
“That isn’t a very funny joke, Dark Cacao.” He pouted. Dark Cacao noticed for a brief moment that his eyes appeared glassy but when he looked closer the shine had returned. Perhaps he was seeing things.
Dark Cacao winced. He shouldn’t have been surprised, it was probably traumatizing and who knows how long he was out cold. That could easily have affected his memory of the situation. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. He opened his mouth to tell Pure Vanilla he wasn’t joking. He planned to be gentle and help him through any complicated feelings but instead he bowed his head, his shoulders shaking slightly. He didn’t want to cry but it seemed his emotions would not treat him kindly today.
“Pure Vanilla, I was so worried I would never get to apologize to you, I was so scared.” Dark Cacao’s words came out in a pathetic whimper. He wondered briefly if Pure Vanilla thought he was weak. He expected Pure Vanilla to comfort him warmly despite the fact he was the one who had been in danger, like he always did. But instead Dark Cacao was met with an eerie silence. He turned his gaze upwards to Pure Vanilla’s face, only to see his confused expression. He stared thoughtfully into Dark Cacao’s eyes for a while before speaking.
“Apologize? Whatever for?” Pure Vanilla smiled uncomfortably, he could see Dark Cacao’s distress surely but it was as if something wasn’t connecting properly. Could he really not recall the argument they had not even an hour ago?”
“We… were arguing about sending you to Beast Yeast.” Dark Cacao spoke slowly, a deeply unsettled feeling rooting itself in his chest.
“Haha, Dark Cacao perhaps you misunderstood something? It couldn’t have been too bad, I hardly remember it.” Pure Vanilla spoke, smiling stiffly.
“You were quite upset with me though.” Dark Cacao frowned letting his hand trail down to Pure Vanilla’s tense fingers. Pure Vanilla’s expression distorted, his eyes turning glassy again for just a moment before he pulled his hand away roughly.
“Stop!”
He took a deep breath looking at Dark Cacao apologetically before placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Perhaps we should go back to the castle. You must be tired. I’m sorry for giving you a fright but you shouldn’t worry too much. Somehow, I feel quite blissful so I’m not sure why you’d think I was angry!”
Dark Cacao felt a chill crawl up his spine and grip his throat. He’d never seen Pure Vanilla’s demeanor change so quickly, and his dismissive attitude was concerning to say the least. Maybe he was still upset? Dark Cacao wanted to leave it at that but he thought back to that strange golden thread. He swallowed in an attempt to loosen his throat.
“Very well. You probably want to wash that foul smelling goo off of yourself.” Dark Cacao helped him stand keeping watch to make sure he didn’t lose balance. Pure Vanilla took a moment to steady himself but after that he seemed just fine.
“Foul… hm… until moments ago I could have sworn it smelled quite sweet but now.” He winced as if just noticing how terrible the smell really was. Pure Vanilla stopped suddenly behind Dark Cacao, his breath erratic and expression pained. Dark Cacao turned quickly to check on him but as soon as his hands brushed his shoulders Pure Vanilla smiled as if everything was normal.
“Goodness, what could have you making an expression like that my friend?” Pure Vanilla laughed it off but Dark Cacao could feel the stiffness. He may not be the best among his friends at expressing his emotions but he certainly knew what Pure Vanilla’s laugh sounded like. Usually it was warm and soft like a downy feather, but just then it was cold and strained. He couldn’t deny his worry but first, he wanted to get cleaned up.
—
Pure Vanilla was happy. By the time the morning came around again he was up and about having breakfast with Hollyberry. He laughed at her jokes like normal. Despite his air of normalcy his mind kept wandering. He picked at his food absentmindedly pushing a cherry tomato around the plate into a pool of egg yolk. Deep in his chest there was a twinge of worry that he pushed down between sips of tea and chatting with his friend. A few moments later Dark Cacao sat next to him not saying anything, to Pure Vanilla’s relief. He felt uncomfortable after last night. Dark Cacao was his dear friend and he had no bad memories of him, but for some reason Dark Cacao insisted differently.
“Say, Pure Vanilla, can you tell me more of that story you were telling yesterday?” Hollyberry asked her tone as jovial as always. Pure Vanilla’s mind went blank. Yes, he was telling her a story yesterday but he couldn’t seem to fully grasp what it was about, it was as if someone had carefully placed a thin shroud over it, but he wasn’t quite sure why.
“I- I suppose I can but, what is it we were talking about?” Pure Vanilla chose his words carefully. He didn’t want another one of his friends to worry about something that wasn’t even worrying him.
“Why, you were telling me about your favorite lamb when you were a child, you said it followed you around and caused a lot of problems!” Hollyberry didn’t seem to think much of it but Pure Vanilla still couldn’t seem to remember this. No, he couldn’t remember anything quite so happy as this, and in fact, he was so old that if he loved this lamb so much he surely would have remembered losing it to age as well. That thought was troubling.
“But Hollyberry, I don’t think I’ve ever had any lambs…” He trailed off realizing that this couldn’t be true. He was sure he had but… the veil behind his eyes was pulled taught, as if constricting the thought from going any further. No, he surely would have remembered something as blissful as a cute creature following him about. Hollyberry’s lips formed a frown.
“But… you grew up as a shepherd didn’t you?” Dark Cacao chimed in. Pure Vanilla couldn’t bring himself to look at Dark Cacao’s expression. An uncomfortable feeling was growing in his chest, but what was the point of feeling poorly when he was so happy just moments before.
“I… yes I did, that's true I just…” Pure Vanilla frowned a throbbing ache concentrating itself deep in the sides of his head. “I was just making a joke… but I actually don’t have time to chat today, we’ll be deciding who to send on that expedition soon.” Pure Vanilla reached up gently rubbing where his ear connected to his skull. For a moment he got a strange sense of deja vu, pulling his hand away abruptly as if he expected to see blood. That feeling of discomfort was quickly replaced by a practiced smile.
“Yes, maybe we should come to an agreement before we present our decision at the council.” Hollyberry didn’t pry any further but he knew she had noticed something was wrong. But, huh? Was something wrong? He was bound to be a bit forgetful after having lived for so long! It wasn’t the first time either that he’d forgotten important things. He had forgotten almost everything about himself after he… who was he sealing away again? He swallowed hard trying to loosen his throat. All he could conjure was a blurry image, a foreboding shape, the color red, White Lily. Suddenly his lungs couldn’t seem to fill up completely. That’s right, she was called Dark Enchantress, but why did he think of his oldest and closest friend? He must be missing her. He pushed the thought away, that thin shroud pulling just a bit tighter.
“I haven’t brought it up yet, but I plan to offer to lead the expedition myself.” Pure Vanilla smiled brightly. He glanced in Dark Cacao’s direction expecting him to disagree based on what he said last night but Dark Cacao just closed his eyes thoughtfully.
“I agree actually” He said quietly. He met Pure Vanilla’s gaze and despite his words there was what Pure Vanilla could only describe as concern reflected in his eyes. Pure Vanilla looked away feeling a mix of discomfort and relief.
“I believe if I take gingerbrave and his friends with me it will all go well, after all he has saved all of us from some dangerous situations. And if we explore by air the danger is minimized” Pure Vanilla smiled glad to have Dark Cacao on his side. Hollyberry hummed as she considered the idea.
“I think it’s as good of an idea as any.” Hollyberry said before laughing and patting Pure Vanilla on the shoulder.
“Then, it’s decided? So long as we can convince Golden Cheese and Clotted Cream that is.” Pure Vanilla sighed, a tense feeling lifting from his shoulders. He had been worried that this would become a fight for nothing.