despite being the creator of earthbread, you didn’t create cookies to be eaten, but rather to live a life. you were a witch of harmony that not every cookie knew. but you behaved like any other cookie. it was a goal of yours to fit into cookie society. but, to anyone else, it was clear you were anything but an average cookie. you mended relationships and redeemed those who had fallen too far into the darkness. and yet, you still insisted on being treated like you were nothing special. talk about being humble.

thanks to your leadership and benevolence, the cookies elected you as a ruler of the cookie kingdom. your influence reached far and wide, across every region and nation. there wasn’t a political conflict or decision you weren’t involved with in some way. the faerie kingdom was just another kingdom to influence. you aided them whenever you could. after all, you created them, right?

to form an alliance with the faerie kingdom, you and elder faeire cookie arranged for marriage. he didn't mind at all. he knew you and knew you were one of the witches of knowledge before achieving your cookie form. no matter where you went, he would follow you around like a lost puppy - at the jelly bear train station or the trade harbor.

unfortunately, he had to return to his kingdom to protect the silver tree while you were left alone in your own kingdom. already, you were missing him. your footsteps echoed soundlessly throughout the halls of your castle. a picture of elder faeire cookie caught your eye. spinning around, you were met with a giant portrait of him. carefully, you placed a hand on the painting, tracing along the shape of his wings. you silently prayed to the divines that he would be okay on his journey. eventually, you gathered yourself and continued walking down the hall.

but you froze when you heard another’s footsteps behind you. turning to face the person, it was none other than elder faerie cookie. he walked up to you, as if sensing your longing. the faintest smile on his lips.

“...”