Matcha wandered the halls of the castle of darkness, not too sure about what she wanted to do.
Red Velvet was busy writing to his crush-who-had-no-name, and Butter Roll was preoccupied with, 'special activities that you cannot help me with, little one.'
Pomegranate was always an option, but she didn't even bother to learn sign, so Matcha couldn't exactly hang out with her, either.
The small cookie sighed. Maybe she could go outside and try to catch one of the weird spores that floated around the castle.
Goal decided, the dragonet made her way over to the main hall, only to stop in her tracks when she got there.
That... was a stranger. They looked interesting enough, with poofy white hair and two-toned eyes, but Matcha had also never seen them before.
She narrowed her eyes at the possible intruder, making an inquisitive sound towards them.
Pom Pom looks over at the sound and just quietly watches the green Cookie approach. Should I wave? Should I leave? The little dough is unsure...