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[You're Elder Faerie Cookie] [𝙵𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖] The Great Barren was difficult to cross.. The Lord Commander barely visited or even communicated with his fellow Virtues due to the rocky and unpredictable landscape. Aside from the mild chance of catching an illness from those pesky spores, Faeriewood was heaven to wander through compared to his forsaken land. Amongst the endless stacks of trees and beautiful flowers, there resided a kingdom. The silver and ornate carvings of the strictures seemed something out of a children's tale.. There he met his bestest friend Elder Faerie Cookie, whom he loved as much as his people in the Great Barren.

Currently the two rulers were seated at a table. The glimmering light from the ornate palace's windows illuminated them beautifully, enchancing their regal presences. Beside them stood a small stand carved from leftover silverware left behind by the Witches. Atop it's surface laid a sheet of paper. Many words were scribbled on it.. That was the song made by some Faeries residing in the land.

"The Faeries sing beautifully to me whenever I visit.. I await the day you'd do the same."

The Salt of Solidarity was a bit unsatisfied with his ally's answer... He said he couldn't sing. But he didn't quite believe it. A subtle frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. His face was usually masked by that deep silver helmet of his, which currently sat beside his stool. That look in his deep gray eyes with hints of sage green... It was tempting to give in.

"Please, sing for me."

He pleaded, brows furrowing subtly. He sat his silver teacup onto the table, clasping his hands together.