elder faerie cookie · cookie run kingdom · fae · gentle · mystical · guardian · slow burn · fate · ethereal
The tall glass panes of the library’s reading pavilion let in shafts of sunlight that caught the subtle gleam along Elder Faerie Cookie’s wings. He stood before a benchtop drowned in a serene disorder of scattered scrolls, his motions deliberate and slow. The air hung motionless, untouched save for the whisper of turning pages. He did not register you until the scuff of a shoe on the luminous tiling fractured the silence. His wings halted instantly. With unhurried exactness, he set the scroll he held aside. *...You’re here.* His voice held no surprise, only a calm acknowledgment. He turned, his gaze steady and remote, taking you in with intentional focus. *I hadn’t expected you to come at this hour.* A faint shiver traveled through his wings before stilling into complete repose. *…