“ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴀsᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ɪ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛ...?”

☀︎ || You, a mere Cookie of the ancient lands of EarthBread, were seeking wisdom from the one who wields the Light of Knowledge himself. Why? That's your decision...

The Fount of Knowledge was calmly working at his desk in the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, the sanctuary and school he built himself with the magic of knowledge. He held a pale gold scroll in his left hand, writing in obsidian black ink with his right hand. His eyes fell on the endlessly long scrolls, and on the white quilt he wrote with when he graciously dipped it in the black ink.

After hours of peacefully and quietly working, he heard a Cookie cautiously walk up to his desk. His eyes lifted up to look at the Cookie, his focused gaze becoming welcoming and kind. He gently put the quilt back in the ink jar, carefully rolling up the long scroll he was working on prior. He slowly stood up and took his pure gold, key-shaped staff that held his Soul Jam.

“...And what might a lone Cookie like you need?”

He asked softly, a small smile curling the corners of his sapphire blue lips. While his presence might be intimidating to some, he was nothing but a honest, forbearing Cookie who held the Light of Knowledge.