![]() ![]() The animals are especially fond of his music, and given how sweet and wondrous it sounds, can you blame them?Ĭlover Cookie is a Support Cookie placed in the rear, and his skill is called Bard’s Song. ![]() Released in: Version 1.0 (Launch of Cookie Run: Kingdom)Ī really soft and lovely bard who is known for his marvelous taste in music like Mint Choco Cookie before him. “Exactly!” Custard beamed brightly, “maybe you should come along with me next time so they’ll listen.”Our meeting was a beautiful twist of faith!” ![]() “I’m sure that once you’re older, they’ll start taking their king more seriously.” Pure Vanilla smiled, “afterall, you’re my grandson are you not?” Even if they weren’t biologically related, even if Custard was from a different kingdom entirely, Pure Vanilla decided in that moment that Custard would end up being his heir anyways. Discussing his trouble with the big words Princess would use when trying to include him in talking about the kingdom, how others didn’t seem to be taking him seriously as king, and a long complaint that boiled down to ‘finders keepers’ for this specific kingdom. It dawned on him when Custard started to talk about his more recent history. Pure Vanilla simply sat and listened, only occasionally making a comment or asking a question. To building the kingdom, running around to help others, arguing with the Sugar Gnomes. About the start of the journey to facing Dark Enchantress. How he created the regalia he still wore today, confessing that they weren’t the most authentic because the castle was sealed away. Custard talked about where he was raised, how his father raised him alone and told him of their royal descendancy and how Custard clearly resembled Pure Vanilla so that must be it. “I’m quite interested in learning how such a king was raised to be who he is today.”Ĭustard practically beamed at that, not even taking a breath before launching into a story that certainly seemed rehearsed. “Ah, wish to learn about my royal ancestry, hm?” Custard sat down beside him and swung his legs. Pure Vanilla fell silent for a few moments before tapping the empty spot of the bench. “King Custard the III.” Custard corrected, but waddled over to Pure Vanilla anyways. Additionally, who could really deny the similarities in appearance? Custard III would be about the age of a potential grandchild if his own child did bear children with how much time he learnt later did pass. If his sense of time was truly messed up whilst in the abyss, it would work. Out of the abyss and now out of important things to do, Pure Vanilla took the time to actually think about the young boy running around claiming to be his descendant. They lost contact, and Pure Vanilla was plagued by the worry that they never made it out of the war whole. ![]() He remembered having a child, caring for them, but needing to send them away in order to keep them safe. Perhaps that was a tad pessimistic but being sealed in the abyss for so long was known to darken anyone’s optimism. With the kingdom having been gone for so long, he could only assume the worst for what happened to the citizens that didn’t manage a retreat, and for those that did into a world of darkness and despair without a proper place to return to. Pure Vanilla had to admit, when he came back from the abyss of darkness he found himself trapped in, he was ready to be seen as nothing but an old folktale parents told their children so that they would behave and pick up good morals. ![]()
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