The Desert Wanderer

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

...Hello?

Blog Intro!

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Hello? I... Where am I? Who am I? This place seems familiar, but... Why?

Mod and gen info below cut

Mod name: Whisp/Rowan

This is a Rich Cheese RP blog. This version of her survived the war, but suffered a head injury and became an amnesiac due to it. She now wanders the desert of the kingdom she once knew as home under the name Saffron Sparrow Cookie.

#lostandfound - reblogs

#feathereddeliveries - anon asks

#anewchapter - rp asks

#whispyrambles - mod posts

[indulgentprompts]

truth or dare

Send ❓️ + a question, and my muse has to tell the truth.

Send ❗️ + a dare, and my muse has to do what you say.

[eclairmuseum]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak enters, seeming a little chilly, but determined to find something.*

Hello? I'm looking for anything related to the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

“Ah yes! We have many artifacts from the Golden Cheese Kingdom! If you’d like to follow me this way.”

[He exits reception and heads towards the history hall]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger follows, and there's an odd sound from her direction every so often, like the rustling of feathery wings.*

Thank you. I've been so... lost, and the only information I have about my past is that my family or I might be from the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

[eclairmuseum]

“Well then you’ve come to the right place!”

[He stops at the golden cheese section]

“We have three halls! You can start anywhere!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Alright, thank you.

*The stranger starts walking around, looking at each exhibit. Something felt... familiar about some of these items. As she reached the few decades before the Dark Flour Wars, during them, and the aftermath, that sense of familiarity and deja vu grew stronger.*

Huh...

[eclairmuseum]

“Something the matter miss?”

[Eclair asks worriedly]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Uh- Yes, I'm fine. It's just... This all feels familiar, and I don't know why-...

*She freezes upon seeing an exhibit about what childhood would have been like in the later pre-war years of the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Her eyes locked onto one of the toys displayed: a stuffed doll shaped like a subspecies/relative of the domestic cakehound, called a lenza jackal, which was also the species noted to be the inspiration for Burnt Cheese Cookie's attire. This particular doll was a bit worn, one ear folded and slightly frayed, as if the child it had belonged to had a habit of chewing on that ear when they were small. It also had a name stitched onto the underside of one paw, someone named...*

...Rich Cheese Cookie?

[eclairmuseum]

“You find something interesting?”

[He walks over]

“Ah yes.. i heard this was from a young child back during the war!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

The... The name on it, Rich Cheese Cookie, is there anything else about her? It sounds familiar...

*She goes quiet, glancing at the doll again, thinking over what Strawberry Crepe had said.*

[eclairmuseum]

“I’m not sure actually.. there may be. You can look if you wish.”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*She nodded and kept looking. It felt like there was a missing piece to the puzzle of her past, and if she could just find the right item, maybe she could figure everything out.*

*After a few minutes of searching, she spotted a picture of the royal family of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, showing the Queen, her biological daughter, and her most trusted advisors and gate guardian, who she considered like her children as well.*

...Who are they...?

[eclairmuseum]

“Ah yes! That’s golden cheese cookie with her daughter and her royal advisor! Her daughter is unknown however..”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*She moved closer, stepping up to the barrier between patrons and the exhibit, removing the hood of her cloak and letting it hang looser.*

Hm...

*The girl in the picture...*

*...Looked a lot like her.*

[eclairmuseum]

“You do! Woah.. is it possible you are Golden Cheeses daughter?!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

I... Huh. I'm not sure. I mean, that Strawberry Crepe kid did mention a lot of weirdly expensive cheeses in that dough analysis. I actually thought the yellow tones were from saffron at one point.

*She gazes at the picture again.*

The earliest thing I can remember... well, it's hazy, but I felt something hit me in the head, and then I woke up on a riverbank near the edge of a desert...

[eclairmuseum]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak enters, seeming a little chilly, but determined to find something.*

Hello? I'm looking for anything related to the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

“Ah yes! We have many artifacts from the Golden Cheese Kingdom! If you’d like to follow me this way.”

[He exits reception and heads towards the history hall]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger follows, and there's an odd sound from her direction every so often, like the rustling of feathery wings.*

Thank you. I've been so... lost, and the only information I have about my past is that my family or I might be from the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

[eclairmuseum]

“Well then you’ve come to the right place!”

[He stops at the golden cheese section]

“We have three halls! You can start anywhere!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Alright, thank you.

*The stranger starts walking around, looking at each exhibit. Something felt... familiar about some of these items. As she reached the few decades before the Dark Flour Wars, during them, and the aftermath, that sense of familiarity and deja vu grew stronger.*

Huh...

[eclairmuseum]

“Something the matter miss?”

[Eclair asks worriedly]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Uh- Yes, I'm fine. It's just... This all feels familiar, and I don't know why-...

*She freezes upon seeing an exhibit about what childhood would have been like in the later pre-war years of the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Her eyes locked onto one of the toys displayed: a stuffed doll shaped like a subspecies/relative of the domestic cakehound, called a lenza jackal, which was also the species noted to be the inspiration for Burnt Cheese Cookie's attire. This particular doll was a bit worn, one ear folded and slightly frayed, as if the child it had belonged to had a habit of chewing on that ear when they were small. It also had a name stitched onto the underside of one paw, someone named...*

...Rich Cheese Cookie?

[eclairmuseum]

“You find something interesting?”

[He walks over]

“Ah yes.. i heard this was from a young child back during the war!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

The... The name on it, Rich Cheese Cookie, is there anything else about her? It sounds familiar...

*She goes quiet, glancing at the doll again, thinking over what Strawberry Crepe had said.*

[eclairmuseum]

“I’m not sure actually.. there may be. You can look if you wish.”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*She nodded and kept looking. It felt like there was a missing piece to the puzzle of her past, and if she could just find the right item, maybe she could figure everything out.*

*After a few minutes of searching, she spotted a picture of the royal family of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, showing the Queen, her biological daughter, and her most trusted advisors and gate guardian, who she considered like her children as well.*

...Who are they...?

[eclairmuseum]

“Ah yes! That’s golden cheese cookie with her daughter and her royal advisor! Her daughter is unknown however..”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*She moved closer, stepping up to the barrier between patrons and the exhibit, removing the hood of her cloak and letting it hang looser.*

Hm...

*The girl in the picture...*

*...Looked a lot like her.*

[eclairmuseum]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak enters, seeming a little chilly, but determined to find something.*

Hello? I'm looking for anything related to the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

“Ah yes! We have many artifacts from the Golden Cheese Kingdom! If you’d like to follow me this way.”

[He exits reception and heads towards the history hall]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger follows, and there's an odd sound from her direction every so often, like the rustling of feathery wings.*

Thank you. I've been so... lost, and the only information I have about my past is that my family or I might be from the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

[eclairmuseum]

“Well then you’ve come to the right place!”

[He stops at the golden cheese section]

“We have three halls! You can start anywhere!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Alright, thank you.

*The stranger starts walking around, looking at each exhibit. Something felt... familiar about some of these items. As she reached the few decades before the Dark Flour Wars, during them, and the aftermath, that sense of familiarity and deja vu grew stronger.*

Huh...

[eclairmuseum]

“Something the matter miss?”

[Eclair asks worriedly]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Uh- Yes, I'm fine. It's just... This all feels familiar, and I don't know why-...

*She freezes upon seeing an exhibit about what childhood would have been like in the later pre-war years of the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Her eyes locked onto one of the toys displayed: a stuffed doll shaped like a subspecies/relative of the domestic cakehound, called a lenza jackal, which was also the species noted to be the inspiration for Burnt Cheese Cookie's attire. This particular doll was a bit worn, one ear folded and slightly frayed, as if the child it had belonged to had a habit of chewing on that ear when they were small. It also had a name stitched onto the underside of one paw, someone named...*

...Rich Cheese Cookie?

[eclairmuseum]

“You find something interesting?”

[He walks over]

“Ah yes.. i heard this was from a young child back during the war!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

The... The name on it, Rich Cheese Cookie, is there anything else about her? It sounds familiar...

*She goes quiet, glancing at the doll again, thinking over what Strawberry Crepe had said.*

[eclairmuseum]

“I’m not sure actually.. there may be. You can look if you wish.”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*She nodded and kept looking. It felt like there was a missing piece to the puzzle of her past, and if she could just find the right item, maybe she could figure everything out.*

*After a few minutes of searching, she spotted a picture of the royal family of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, showing the Queen, her biological daughter, and her most trusted advisors and gate guardian, who she considered like her children as well.*

...Who are they...?

[eclairmuseum]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak enters, seeming a little chilly, but determined to find something.*

Hello? I'm looking for anything related to the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

“Ah yes! We have many artifacts from the Golden Cheese Kingdom! If you’d like to follow me this way.”

[He exits reception and heads towards the history hall]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger follows, and there's an odd sound from her direction every so often, like the rustling of feathery wings.*

Thank you. I've been so... lost, and the only information I have about my past is that my family or I might be from the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

[eclairmuseum]

“Well then you’ve come to the right place!”

[He stops at the golden cheese section]

“We have three halls! You can start anywhere!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Alright, thank you.

*The stranger starts walking around, looking at each exhibit. Something felt... familiar about some of these items. As she reached the few decades before the Dark Flour Wars, during them, and the aftermath, that sense of familiarity and deja vu grew stronger.*

Huh...

[eclairmuseum]

“Something the matter miss?”

[Eclair asks worriedly]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Uh- Yes, I'm fine. It's just... This all feels familiar, and I don't know why-...

*She freezes upon seeing an exhibit about what childhood would have been like in the later pre-war years of the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Her eyes locked onto one of the toys displayed: a stuffed doll shaped like a subspecies/relative of the domestic cakehound, called a lenza jackal, which was also the species noted to be the inspiration for Burnt Cheese Cookie's attire. This particular doll was a bit worn, one ear folded and slightly frayed, as if the child it had belonged to had a habit of chewing on that ear when they were small. It also had a name stitched onto the underside of one paw, someone named...*

...Rich Cheese Cookie?

[eclairmuseum]

“You find something interesting?”

[He walks over]

“Ah yes.. i heard this was from a young child back during the war!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

The... The name on it, Rich Cheese Cookie, is there anything else about her? It sounds familiar...

*She goes quiet, glancing at the doll again, thinking over what Strawberry Crepe had said.*

[eclairmuseum]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak enters, seeming a little chilly, but determined to find something.*

Hello? I'm looking for anything related to the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

“Ah yes! We have many artifacts from the Golden Cheese Kingdom! If you’d like to follow me this way.”

[He exits reception and heads towards the history hall]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger follows, and there's an odd sound from her direction every so often, like the rustling of feathery wings.*

Thank you. I've been so... lost, and the only information I have about my past is that my family or I might be from the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

[eclairmuseum]

“Well then you’ve come to the right place!”

[He stops at the golden cheese section]

“We have three halls! You can start anywhere!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Alright, thank you.

*The stranger starts walking around, looking at each exhibit. Something felt... familiar about some of these items. As she reached the few decades before the Dark Flour Wars, during them, and the aftermath, that sense of familiarity and deja vu grew stronger.*

Huh...

[eclairmuseum]

“Something the matter miss?”

[Eclair asks worriedly]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Uh- Yes, I'm fine. It's just... This all feels familiar, and I don't know why-...

*She freezes upon seeing an exhibit about what childhood would have been like in the later pre-war years of the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Her eyes locked onto one of the toys displayed: a stuffed doll shaped like a subspecies/relative of the domestic cakehound, called a lenza jackal, which was also the species noted to be the inspiration for Burnt Cheese Cookie's attire. This particular doll was a bit worn, one ear folded and slightly frayed, as if the child it had belonged to had a habit of chewing on that ear when they were small. It also had a name stitched onto the underside of one paw, someone named...*

...Rich Cheese Cookie?

[eclairmuseum]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak enters, seeming a little chilly, but determined to find something.*

Hello? I'm looking for anything related to the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

“Ah yes! We have many artifacts from the Golden Cheese Kingdom! If you’d like to follow me this way.”

[He exits reception and heads towards the history hall]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger follows, and there's an odd sound from her direction every so often, like the rustling of feathery wings.*

Thank you. I've been so... lost, and the only information I have about my past is that my family or I might be from the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

[eclairmuseum]

“Well then you’ve come to the right place!”

[He stops at the golden cheese section]

“We have three halls! You can start anywhere!”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Alright, thank you.

*The stranger starts walking around, looking at each exhibit. Something felt... familiar about some of these items. As she reached the few decades before the Dark Flour Wars, during them, and the aftermath, that sense of familiarity and deja vu grew stronger.*

Huh...

[eclairmuseum]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak enters, seeming a little chilly, but determined to find something.*

Hello? I'm looking for anything related to the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

“Ah yes! We have many artifacts from the Golden Cheese Kingdom! If you’d like to follow me this way.”

[He exits reception and heads towards the history hall]

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger follows, and there's an odd sound from her direction every so often, like the rustling of feathery wings.*

Thank you. I've been so... lost, and the only information I have about my past is that my family or I might be from the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

[wild-magic-anon]

RP BLOGS!!!

Reblog this post if you allow magic anons

Magic Anons, or M! As, are users who send annonymous questions to ask blog that have some kind of magical effect on the blog for a certain duration of time.

[her-sweet-eternity]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak is seen roaming around outside, seeming rather lost.*

Hello...? Where am I? This definitely doesn't feel like anywhere I know...

( A soft, golden light filters through the sugar-laced trees. Footsteps do not sound—but the presence is felt. )

“ You have wandered far, little one... beyond the roads carved by memory, into the arms of something softer... sweeter. ”

“ This is Paradise, nestled between time's sight and dream's breath. You are safe now. Lost souls find their way here, though they do not always remember why they began to walk. ”

( She steps forward, her form veiled in soft ribbons of light and shadow, eyes shimmering like starlight on still water. )

“ Take a break. Let the world be quiet. When you are ready. I shall walk beside you—and should your heart remember what it seeks, I shall help you find it. ”

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger looks up at her and seems... calmer. She takes off her cloak; it was warm enough that she didn't need it, and it was nice to feel the light breeze against the wings she had no explanation for.*

...Thank you. I've been trying to find my home and family, but... I can't remember much about it.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*croissant walks around the desert, collecting random pieces of metal and electronics*

@tim3k33p3rcooki3

*"Saffron Sparrow" looks up and sees her.*

Huh? Um... Hello. Who are you?

[tim3k33p3rcooki3]

*croissant cookie looks over at the other cookie and smiles*

I'm Croissant cookie!

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Oh, nice to meet you. I... don't remember my original name, so I just go by Saffron Sparrow.

*"Saffron Sparrow" smiles, hesitantly reaching out for a handshake. That's part of greeting new people, right?

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*croissant walks around the desert, collecting random pieces of metal and electronics*

@tim3k33p3rcooki3

*"Saffron Sparrow" looks up and sees her.*

Huh? Um... Hello. Who are you?

[blind-healers-blog]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak is seen roaming around outside, seeming rather lost and a tiny bit chilly.*

Where am I...?

Hearing the voice outside, Healer Cookie peeks his head out to check. Kind of pointless given his lack of sight.

He steps out of his tend and approaches.

"Hello? What are you doing here, my dear? Are you lost?"

His voice is gentle as he could sense how confused and possibly disoriented the stranger must be.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger nods, then realizes that Healer Cookie can't really SEE the nod, judging by the bandages on his face.*

Yes, I think I am. I... I can't remember where I am. I know I'm supposed to be somewhere, but I don't know where that is. Or if the name I use now was my real name or not... Which, you can call me Saffron Sparrow.

[blind-healers-blog]

Healer Cookie nods thoughtfully, looking a little concerned.

"I see..." He cannot, but metaphorically he does.

"My name is Healer Cookie. You're in the Raisin Village currently, deep within the Raisin Canyons." he gestures to the rest of the village behind himself before frowning slightly. "My... you sound absolutely awful! Exhausted and confused... Come, you can lay in one of the beds in my tent. I'll give you some jellies and medicine to soothe your exhaustion and clear your mind."

He grabs Saffron Sparrow Cookie's hand and brings them to a tent that smells of herbs and warm vanilla beans.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*Saffron Sparrow follows him in, looking around at the tent. She sits down on one of the beds, a little warmer than when she was outside.*

Thank you. I just... wish I could remember what happened.

[blind-healers-blog]

Healer Cookie hums softly, handing her some tea in a hand-carved wooden cup he'd initially prepared for himself earlier but decided that this stranger needs the relaxation. He also hands her a small bowl of jellies as promised.

"I see... Well, don't force yourself to remember." He seems to think for a moment. "Hm... Some sort of memory loss... Are you injured by any chance?"

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger slowly nodded.*

I think so. There was a big bruise on the back of my head when I woke up on the riverbank that day...

*She carefully starts eating and drinking the tea, a bit more at ease.*

[blind-healers-blog]

Healer Cookie nods and tilts his head.

"Would you mind if I take a look? I can heal that bruise right up for you!"

He moves over to a nearby chest where his medicinal herbs and other tools and knick-knacks are stored.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" gives a small nod.*

Thank you. All I remember from that day is waking up on a riverbank near the edge of a desert.

[blind-healers-blog]

Healer Cookie looks for the injury, humming softly in response. He finds the injury — a decently sized wound that could use some cleaning and patching up.

Grabbing supplies, Healer Cookie gets to work washing out and patching up the wound. As an extra precaution, he uses his magic to be able to speed the healing process a bit, even as he begins to feel dull ache in his hands.

Once satisfied, he pulls back and smiles.

"Your injury is patched up... You should rest, and try not to think too hard."

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" nods, curling up on the spare bed, her cloak pulled over herself like a blanket.*

Thank you...

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak is seen roaming around outside, seeming rather lost and a tiny bit chilly.*

Wh...where am I?

You're in the Vanilla kingdom. Is your dough fully mixed?

They point to a sign that says, "Welcome to the Vanilla Kingdom"

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger looks over at the sign, her face slightly red with embarrassment.*

Oh, right. Um... My name is Saffron Sparrow. At least, I think it is, I'm not sure. I just remember something heavy hitting my head, then waking up near the edge of a desert.

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Hmmm no traces of saffron in your dough. There's some cheese in there, though... maybe you are from the Golden Cheese kingdom.

They remark thoughtfully.

You might need to talk to a healer about that-

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" nods in response to the "healer" comment, then pauses.*

Cheese? That's... not too strange, I suppose- Wait, you can analyze others' dough?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Yeah, duhhhhh!

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

...Kid, you are really good at making people feel like idiots.

*"Saffron Sparrow" looks around, pulling her cloak more tightly around herself.*

So, I'm guessing you can also do more detailed analysis, then?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Well, because I'm a genius and most cookies are absolutely not-

They chuckle at the thought.

And yeah, I'd have to study it a while.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

How long would that take? Because... Maybe that could help me remember who I am?

*"Saffron Sparrow" seems hesitant, but hopeful.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

About... 20 or so minutes.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Oh! Well, that's not as long as I thought. I was thinking you meant WEEKS.

*"Saffron Sparrow" is still a bit hesitant, but continues.*

Do you... Think you could try analyzing mine? I'm fine waiting out the 20 minutes.

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Sure, I suppose.

They immediately pick you up and drag you to their lab, where they start doing an intensive study on your dough.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" makes a slight squawking noise upon being picked up, but she had asked for their help, so... eh.*

Um... Thank you.

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

They rolled their eyes and continued their work.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" stayed put and kept quiet, not wanting to disturb them or mess anything up.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Hmmm...

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" continues quietly waiting.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Yeah. You're definitely from the Golden Cheese kingdom. There are a lot of golden cheeses in your dough along with herbs. Lots of cheeses I don't see very much of from other visitors in town.

They remark

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" tilts her head a bit.*

Really? Like what?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Caciocavallo Podolico, Époisses De Bourgogne, White Stilton Gold, even some Pule Cheese.

Those are really expensive cheeses.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" stares in disbelief.*

...Woah.

*She pauses for a moment, thinking.*

Do you have records of past analyses?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Well, duh! I record everything.

They grab a book filled with cookie information they gathered.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Does that mean... We might be able to figure out who my family is?

*"Saffron Sparrow"'s eyes widen with a small bit of hope.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

We could, but there's a 50/50 chance members of your family didn't end up visiting.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" nods, taking a deep breath.*

Alright, I understand. I just... this is the closest I've gotten to a real answer about my past.

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak is seen roaming around outside, seeming rather lost and a tiny bit chilly.*

Wh...where am I?

You're in the Vanilla kingdom. Is your dough fully mixed?

They point to a sign that says, "Welcome to the Vanilla Kingdom"

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger looks over at the sign, her face slightly red with embarrassment.*

Oh, right. Um... My name is Saffron Sparrow. At least, I think it is, I'm not sure. I just remember something heavy hitting my head, then waking up near the edge of a desert.

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Hmmm no traces of saffron in your dough. There's some cheese in there, though... maybe you are from the Golden Cheese kingdom.

They remark thoughtfully.

You might need to talk to a healer about that-

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" nods in response to the "healer" comment, then pauses.*

Cheese? That's... not too strange, I suppose- Wait, you can analyze others' dough?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Yeah, duhhhhh!

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

...Kid, you are really good at making people feel like idiots.

*"Saffron Sparrow" looks around, pulling her cloak more tightly around herself.*

So, I'm guessing you can also do more detailed analysis, then?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Well, because I'm a genius and most cookies are absolutely not-

They chuckle at the thought.

And yeah, I'd have to study it a while.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

How long would that take? Because... Maybe that could help me remember who I am?

*"Saffron Sparrow" seems hesitant, but hopeful.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

About... 20 or so minutes.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Oh! Well, that's not as long as I thought. I was thinking you meant WEEKS.

*"Saffron Sparrow" is still a bit hesitant, but continues.*

Do you... Think you could try analyzing mine? I'm fine waiting out the 20 minutes.

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Sure, I suppose.

They immediately pick you up and drag you to their lab, where they start doing an intensive study on your dough.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" makes a slight squawking noise upon being picked up, but she had asked for their help, so... eh.*

Um... Thank you.

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

They rolled their eyes and continued their work.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" stayed put and kept quiet, not wanting to disturb them or mess anything up.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Hmmm...

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" continues quietly waiting.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Yeah. You're definitely from the Golden Cheese kingdom. There are a lot of golden cheeses in your dough along with herbs. Lots of cheeses I don't see very much of from other visitors in town.

They remark

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" tilts her head a bit.*

Really? Like what?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Caciocavallo Podolico, Époisses De Bourgogne, White Stilton Gold, even some Pule Cheese.

Those are really expensive cheeses.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" stares in disbelief.*

...Woah.

*She pauses for a moment, thinking.*

Do you have records of past analyses?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Well, duh! I record everything.

They grab a book filled with cookie information they gathered.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Does that mean... We might be able to figure out who my family is?

*"Saffron Sparrow"'s eyes widen with a small bit of hope.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

(From @d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r )

*A cookie in a brown hooded cloak is seen roaming around outside, seeming rather lost and a tiny bit chilly.*

Wh...where am I?

You're in the Vanilla kingdom. Is your dough fully mixed?

They point to a sign that says, "Welcome to the Vanilla Kingdom"

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*The stranger looks over at the sign, her face slightly red with embarrassment.*

Oh, right. Um... My name is Saffron Sparrow. At least, I think it is, I'm not sure. I just remember something heavy hitting my head, then waking up near the edge of a desert.

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Hmmm no traces of saffron in your dough. There's some cheese in there, though... maybe you are from the Golden Cheese kingdom.

They remark thoughtfully.

You might need to talk to a healer about that-

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" nods in response to the "healer" comment, then pauses.*

Cheese? That's... not too strange, I suppose- Wait, you can analyze others' dough?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Yeah, duhhhhh!

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

...Kid, you are really good at making people feel like idiots.

*"Saffron Sparrow" looks around, pulling her cloak more tightly around herself.*

So, I'm guessing you can also do more detailed analysis, then?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Well, because I'm a genius and most cookies are absolutely not-

They chuckle at the thought.

And yeah, I'd have to study it a while.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

How long would that take? Because... Maybe that could help me remember who I am?

*"Saffron Sparrow" seems hesitant, but hopeful.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

About... 20 or so minutes.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

Oh! Well, that's not as long as I thought. I was thinking you meant WEEKS.

*"Saffron Sparrow" is still a bit hesitant, but continues.*

Do you... Think you could try analyzing mine? I'm fine waiting out the 20 minutes.

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Sure, I suppose.

They immediately pick you up and drag you to their lab, where they start doing an intensive study on your dough.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" makes a slight squawking noise upon being picked up, but she had asked for their help, so... eh.*

Um... Thank you.

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

They rolled their eyes and continued their work.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" stayed put and kept quiet, not wanting to disturb them or mess anything up.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Hmmm...

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" continues quietly waiting.*

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Yeah. You're definitely from the Golden Cheese kingdom. There are a lot of golden cheeses in your dough along with herbs. Lots of cheeses I don't see very much of from other visitors in town.

They remark

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" tilts her head a bit.*

Really? Like what?

[strawberrycrepeawakens]

Caciocavallo Podolico, Époisses De Bourgogne, White Stilton Gold, even some Pule Cheese.

Those are really expensive cheeses.

[d3s3rt-w4nd3r3r]

*"Saffron Sparrow" stares in disbelief.*

...Woah.

*She pauses for a moment, thinking.*

Do you have records of past analyses?