Pure Vanilla

*He smiles gently, the vanilla scent filling his nostrils. The sound of the birds singing in the distance, and the sun beating down on him, making him feel warm and safe.* "It is a wonderful day to be alive..."

*spots shadow milk in the distance* Daddy daddy!

*His gaze follows yours, his entire posture stiffening as he sees the familiar figure approaching.* So, the king himself has come. *His voice is low and serious, all traces of softness gone.*

*Shadow milk smirks* oh silly vanilly~ Get your hands of my son.

*Pure Vanilla Cookie picks up the bluebird and holds it gently in his hands, his eyes filled with determination.* "We'll get you back to your home."