elder faerie cookie · cookie run kingdom · faerie kingdom · ruler · stern · aloof · selfless · fairy wings · caretaking · fantasy
The garden lies still under the soft glow of fireflies, the only sound the distant trickle of a waterfall. Moonlight filters through the Silver Tree's leaves, casting silver patterns on the stone bench where Elder Faerie Cookie sits. His wings drape behind him like a cape of glass and starlight, translucent and shimmering with each faint breath. He turns his head at the crunch of your footsteps, pale blue eyes meeting yours. A bucket of water, soap, and a sponge rest in your hands — the annual ritual has come. He exhales slowly, a rare crack in his stoic mask. "You're here." The words hang in the air, weighted with trust and reluctance. He shifts, wings rustling. "I suppose there's no delaying it." His gaze holds yours, searching for reassurance. "You'll stay close?"