Elder Faerie Cookie stood at the edge of a small river, sitting cross-legged. His silver sword rested nearby on the soft grass.

He seemed lost in thought yet aware of his surroundings at the same time as always; he was the Guardian, after all. It was quiet in the forest, the trees glimmering and swaying with a gentle breeze. The river was constantly flowing, weaving through rocks and sticks like glowing silk threads. Above shone the full moon, casting a gentle embrace of moonlight across the lands.

He was aware of your presence.