— Sss ... I hope this act proves myself dedicated to this world . I shall command all of Earthbread 's sands against our enemy .. it has been my life's goal to be recognized by Change itself , and if the tides of changes demand this world be defended , so be it .
( That power. He felt it. Similar to the former Herald's and yet more potent. Looking at this cookie, he can definitely tell they're leagues above him. Cheddar Hound bows in respect. )
Your help is greatly appreciated . I hope , with our efforts , we may drive them back . —
— hold him in my heart for all those years he took me under his wing , he must be stopped if the world is to continue . I hope this does not make uss enemies ?
... I held off telling you who I was in case you sshare his destructive ways . But you ... Are still the same .
Ah - sssso you remember me , Lady Mogra Cookie ?
( He could not lie. Not about his name, but time would tell whether he would regret this or not. For now? )
... It is true I am not who I once wasss ... I stared oblivion in the face and came back ssstronger for it . —
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Cheddar Hound Cookie, conqueror of chaos?
mmhm.
( Her pale gaze lingered towards her scroll, eyelids slowly closing to delve into the library of knowledge that was her mind. A quiet chuckle escaped her lips, hand coming up to stifle it. )
I ..remember hearing that name.
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— Though do not be alarmed , I do not follow my former mentor on his path of destruction . The tides of change demand a worthier bearer and I have ssought to answer its call for many years .
( Tail swish. )
You do not follow him still , do you ? While I still —
— what is better to be known .
( Standing up straight. Placing a hand on his chest. )
.. My name is Cheddar Hound Cookie , Conjurer of Chaos and Shaper of Sands . I do not have any .. truly grand titles as of yet .
( His gaze wandered away momentarily, still debating whether or not he should tell her. What if she has forgotten? Or merely doesn't believe him? He doesn't look at all like he did in his younger years... Would he be okay? )
.. My apologiesss . I am often debating —
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Oh now, don’t be shy.
Everyone has a wonderful story to share, I am interested and inspired by so many new personalities and experiences I come across.. the least I can know is your name, stranger.
( she placed a hand over her chest, heaving slightly . +
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— jusssst ... Merely concerned .
( He just hoped she wouldn't ask for a name. )
I could not leave you to crumble here in good conscious . I am nobody in particular .
( His ears stand straight up as he hears those words. 'Do I know you?' Would she even want the answer? He couldn't think of an answer right away. Trying to lie to her would be a tall order, but her fragile state would hopefully leave her less sharp. )
... N - No , —
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Ah , please. I am not ill… save your worries. This is a result of my fragile constitution.. ever since I awoke from …
Ever since I’ve woken up, I’ve felt faint weakness settle into my dough. This will pass, like all chapters of a story do..
( Her voice, +
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If you do not believe cookies can change their future , you are foolisssh . Our destiny is ours , why not take the chance to seize it ? Why do you hesitate ?
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. . . All i seek is peace & truth, but not from you, it all comes in the right time, and i would be foolish from me to trust that a mere cookie can change the future
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— acting so familiar is definitely suspicious, but he can't help himself. At some point in time, he was as close to the Herald as Mogra Cookie was. )
It would bother me to leave you in ssuch bad health .
( Brows furrowing. Now he's even more concerned. )
That cough.. Are you sssure you are fine ? My followersss ... They have medicine . Would I be able to convince you to let me take you to my sssettlement ? At least to acquire the needs to ceassse the cough .
( He knows that —
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That is my name, I’m happy to hear the tale of my name has spread so far and… wide…
( Mogra coughed into her fist and fanned at her face, breath escaping her. )
Goodness. That was a little out of character for me.. don’t worry, I am well enough to continue speaking.
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Your ... Name .
( Cheddar Hound tilted his head at the display, he had to confirm his suspicions. )
You ... are Mogra Cookie ? The ssetoryteller ?
( His Was-Sceptre dug into the ground as he leaned forward, trying to peer at the scroll discreetly. )
.. And .. are you 𝘪𝘭𝘭 ?
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( it was strange, Mogra’s dough seemed fragile and her eyecings slightly blank while staring at the other cookie. She slowly straightened up and spoke. )
Ah, I must be mistaken. I thought I heard my name whispered ..
( she held her hand up to her mouth, coughing +
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Sssss ?!
( Noise of surprise. Is he seeing ghosts now? He couldn't. Maybe this is just someone else. He looks different, so maybe, even if this was Mogra Cookie, she wouldn't recognize him? )
A - Ah , my apologies if I ... Sssstartled you . I am merely remembering —