Wildberry's Point Of View
"It's almost time... Are you ready for that shift you got Wildberry cookie?"
Right... That stupid shift. Out of all times though, why did she choose a night shift?
The red crimson clock made a loud ringing noise signaling that it struck eight o'clock. Raspberry cookie and I were patrolling the streets together in a chivalrous manner. Multiple cookie citizens were heading into their cottages as some stayed outside to enjoy the breeze of the brisk wind.
"You can say I am. I'm just tired. And exhausted. And everything else that goes under tired... " I replied, fatigued.
"Oh come on now..." She stops walking and pats me on the back. "You can't be tired! It's only eight and the night is still young. Surely you aren't burned out that quickly from our noon mission..."
Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, I turn behind and see a genuine smile. Her hairbow gradation-like hair fluttered in the quiet winds as she held her hand together in a respectful manner. From the bottom right lies her sharp and trusty sword she carries at all times; it's rested in her hands in a relaxed action. Raspberry cookie is very beautiful, the characteristics of all factors on what she's wearing to her small elegant bow make up her magnificent look.
"You're right. I cannot be tired. Thank you for the kind words. Raspberry cookie."
"Man you talk like a robot..." an amused snicker with a grin exits her mouth, "Anyways, the stop from my home is around this corner. I'll catch you tomorrow; oh, and please tell me if anything interesting happens." She starts walking to the right as we depart into different ways,"Oh! And stay safe! I don't want you getting anymore trouble; also eat too, stay energetic and be ca-!"
Her voice fades into the many chatters surrounding me. After a quick nod to her and a gentle wave to the same direction, I make my way through the busy marketplace: the Grandberry Market. The Grandberry Market isn't your average swap meet. Multiple vendors exchange with citizens selling multiple treats and goods for a fair or expensive price.
Various things are sold here: spices of all sorts, fashionable clothes made from tailors and fashionistas, bakery pastries and danishes, and childish knicknacks too. I used to sneak out of the house and visit here when my parents weren't around. Everything was comforting to me that made me visit here often. I met a couple of vendors here too; some gave me discounts and some just thought I was a pest that wanted no business with me.
When I became part of an official helper of Hollyberry a lot of people looked up to me and treated me with respect. To babies all the way to the elderly, stares became more often and all of a sudden people were way more kind to me which was not used to me at all. Vendors became nicer to me as well and often gave me discounts or free items as a gift a gratitude. I didn't like it at all. I thought it was stupid being treat different just because I have the skill to help out around the kingdom.
Many cookies can help around if they try and believe in themselves. Seeing multiple cookies everyday can give me a good picture on how much potential they have if they try in the future. However, chances will be very low. Most citizens depend on cookies like me just because we already have the job and will choose to be gluttonous and lazy since they think we can take care of everything. I personally think this is a valid reason why I avoid social intact as it's a opinionated statement that people use me.
The smell of raspberry pastries and fluffy cream puffs fill my nostrils as nostalgia flowed in my system of a smell that was not foreign to me. Many busy cookies were seen exchanging goods with vendors; a sight of my eye seen a cookie getting a dazzling velvet handbag and a smooth pink paper parasol for some sugar cube stones. Sights of tall, glowing lanterns scatter amongst the stalls dividing them from being cramped together.
Colorful and comforting, two words that personally describe the market that I grew up with this. From a bird's eye view, it probably like a bunch of confetti splattered on the ground, and a treat for ones eye to see such vibrant colors. Such awe to wonder how this town used to be a grassy hill surrounded with nothing but trees.
Heading north of the town, the gate with the stone border surrounding the kingdom is vast and mighty, as these sugar bricks are rooted into the ground. Hollyberry statues are planted near this area that are polished regularly to refrain from dusting. It's usually dark around here, as the border is miles away from all the shining lights. Here lies all the low budget and abandoned homes that people usually live in. Some homelesses or thieves usually hide in these homes, so people like me have to keep an eye out for them.
Walking here was surely a pain in the ass. Even though the lights are colorful and great to look at, sets of thin stairs and crumbly pathways are definitely not great to go through, especially wearing this obnoxiously steel armour. Thankfully, I don't sweat a lot, and my body oder as a person doesn't stench that much.
A familiar figure is seen ahead from a few feet heading this distance near my lookout hut as I exit the gate. Nothing but flickering, rusty lantern that give out dull light as well as overgrown forests and hollyberry hedges that haven't been trimmed for awhile. The hot spot for many enemies in my eyes.
The figure gets closer and closer as I identify it as Saffron cookie. Another mutal cookie I work with rarely that is kind and friendly also very stylish. His armor is very different from many other cookies here. He has apricot, luscious hair that is unkempt and messy going down to his jaw, while a crocus sativus is on the right side of his hair that sticks out the most. (A light purple flower that saffron originates from.)
Saffron Cookie has triangular armor scales that are crystalized and transparent to see saffron strands in the sugar. The skilled blacksmith that created it was gifted enough to create the special technique that not many blacksmiths can obtain. Similar to a snake scale pattern, saffron cookie wears a trench coat of protection over the armor that is bedazzled with saffron strands to catch eyes of enemies to defeat. The color of the coat is bright, and can be seen miles way.
His skin is an almond color, and his eyes are Topaz that gleam with his signature flirtatious smirk. Specializing in the bomber class, he throws saffron bombs (crafted from himself) with an additional of a orange glitter haze that is know to cause the monsters eyes to water and irritate, similar to pepper spray.
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Author Notes and Comments:
Character alert!!! Saffron cookie:
Saffron cookie is a made up cookie on spot while writing. I imagine him as almond cookie with long orange hair and a more younger and darker face. His inner armor is hard to explain, so just imagine his coat at the moment.
What would Saffron cookie possibility want though?
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