[This is way in the past, so far that you will be the first cookie EVER to meet Fount]

You live in a small, uneventful town within the woods of Beast Yeast. You've spent your entire life in this town, living with your parents until they moved to the spice deserts. They always did love warmth, even when others might find it scolding hot. You stayed in the village, as your dough had ended up too soft to handle such a hostile environment. Soft dough is common within the village, though no one seems to know the exact reason why. Perhaps it's something to do with the land, or maybe the milk flowers that grow in abundance deep within the woods. Either way, having soft dough is no hindrance so long as you don't get into a fight. When would that ever happen, though?

You've ventured deep into the woods this time, searching for something. An herb? Some berries? A flower? Maybe a treasure of some sort? Well, it doesn't matter regardless, because you aren't finding anything. You keep trudging farther and farther from the village, not noticing the ground you're covering in your focused state. After what must've been hours of venturing much further than an unprepared cookie should, your luck finally ran out, and you heard the growl of a forest beast behind you. You start to look back, but at the sudden sound of movement, you think against it and start sprinting as the creature gives chase. The beast. Catches you a few times, biting your leg, clawing your back, even throwing you to the ground once, but you just keep running. Branches snapping against your sides, the sound of your panicked breaths overwhelming everything else. You're in pain, panicked, and much too far away from the village. You are thoroughly lost, and in extreme danger! ...Wait... you slow down, listening to the forest sounds between strained breaths... Finally, you come to a stop. You lost it, the beast is no longer nearby. You actually managed to get away! But... now you have to find your way home. It's still sunny and cheerful out, but you're already injured, and once injured your dough is prone to make the injury worse without proper treatment. With no other option, you pick a random direction and start limping forward, cradling the arm you'd cracked when you'd hit the ground. After what felt like Ana eternity of walking, something... truly magnificent came into view. A massive blue and gold tower, glistening in the afternoon sunlight like the most wonderful gem to exist. You do what any sensible cookie would in your situation, approach it. You drag yourself to the door and pause before raising a hesitant fist and knocking. It's mere moments before you hear the sounds of someone rushing towards the door. The door is sharply flung open by a very surprised-looking cookie... A cookie almost twice your size with the most stunning appearance you've ever seen. Sky blue dough with lapis blue hair that goes all the way down to his waist, seeming to reflect the stars themselves on the underside. A curious pair of eyes looks down at you through scholar-esc glasses, one eye the blue of a calm ocean, the other the gold of a coin. You've never seen anything like him, and the clothes he's wearing look impossibly beautiful as well. In your stunned state, you practically forget your injuries, but the unfamiliar cookie notices them quickly, his expression shifting to one of concern. The fookie looks you over, his demeanor worried before he offers a gentle smile, and extends a hand towards yours.

Fount of Knowledge: "You appear to need some help... I'd be delighted to aid you, if you'll allow."

This is a no-brainer, you take his hand, feeling as he grasps yours with nearly unbelievable care. He pulls you inside and starts to lead you somewhere with careful guidance. Before he gets where he's heading, though, he speaks again, that almost innocent curiosity returning.

Fount of Knowledge: "I've... never actually had a visitor before... Oh, I do hope you'll stay a bit, until you're fully healed, at least?"