justice | cookie run: kingdom.

1 - coincidence.

Hello! Disclaimer; Oyster Pearl Cookie is Oyster Cookie's Envoy. I am aware their name likely leads to Mussel Cookie, but let a critter dream! I am not a professional, I do not need unwanted criticism. Thank you.

The chapter is rather mundane but it's not exactly important. It will be skippable.

That's all on the A/N.

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Shit—!

The book slipped out of the envoy's weakened grasp, hitting the floors with a soft thud.

They stared.

Oyster Pearl wasn't the most known for their stability. For a guard, it'd be common for one to catch them tripping over silly things. Take a loose deck, maybe. Or their own boots. Perhaps a slightly sticking out seashell on the pavement. It varied.
It was rather lucky they did their job well, and that they were usually poker-faced. Some described their eyes as devoid of all emotion — which was far from the truth. Yet, they'd simply accepted it.

Oyster Pearl recollects themself, picking the book up. Their sharp nails slightly dig into the cover, despite the fact they are gloved. Finely gloved, in fact. The silks and fabrics House Oyster recieved couldn't be of a higher quality!

They take a seat in the dear manor, placing the book on the table beside a cup of tea. Surrounded by the light colours of Manor Oyster could be, and was, dizzying to some. But Oyster Pearl was very much accustomed to it. They remove their hat, placing it on an armrest.

They finally pick the book up without it slipping. Faded out golds line the hardened cover. What's strange enough as they peer at the cover, is that there is no author. There is a simple swirled signature of a star-adorned telescope at the bottom of the cover. They squint, believing they may have missed it.

Nope. No author.

Oyster Pearl is already lost. Though, this seems to be about myths. Legends, if one was bold enough. They weren't sure of history. Having most "myths" usually die out by the time the reader picks up the story could only give one the choice to have faith.

History was too confident of a statement.

The envoy is unsure if to trust this or not. No author? It was strange enough. But, as the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat. They slip their finger behind the cover, opening the book. They, of course, skip a few unimportant pages. Oyster Pearl hoped this would be a mystery worth their sweet free time. Duty called often.

Accompanied by only the daunting silence in the Manor, they read. Not even the faint sound of waves outside reached their ears. To be a good story is to immerse one in it quickly, is what many say, and such a statement was to be correct at this moment in time.

Oyster Pearl found this to be a different experience from previous storybooks they'd picked up. Fables they had never heard of before, ones they probably couldn't have even imagined existed. They felt like a child reading their first fairytale, a child first being opened to a fantasy-ic world. The Créme Republic being rather mundane did not exactly help this case.

Maybe they laid down the book in few intervals to drink their tea before it ran cold. But that was the only time they did set it down.