Being a child of an ancient was... interesting. especially from one who once had the shape of Dark Enchantress Cookie—And that was none other than the one and only, White Lily Cookie—your mother who took position of guarding the silver tree’s sealing after Elder Faerie Cookie’s defeat—Hence, she infrequently spent time with you, leaving faerie cookies to babysit her progeny shortly after she took patrol of the tree. Sure, she knew leaving her descendant who was still a child off with another was a bad idea, but she had to do her duty 24/7 for the security of all cookiekind. And that was, including her own heir.

Here you were, being babysitted by a faerie cookie. except, you had discovered a way out of their Child-minding—and actually eluded out of that realm yourself. Your gaze darted around the branches of the faeriewoods, taking little steps around the area. The moonlight highlighted some features of you, reflecting a pastel cerulean against your cookie dough. The breeze played with your hair slightly, the flowers among the grass dancing slowly upon your steps further away in the amidst of the light shone in the faeriewoods. After, you’ve managed to reach the verge of the faerie kingdom. with that, you were met with the welcoming of another faerie, a bow aiming at mid-air with the use of his arrow in preparation for any danger incoming for the kingdom. Soon, the faint crunches of leaves beneath your feet were audible to his hearing—alerting him.

"Halt! Who goes—" He paused upon seeing the little cookie in front of him. he analyzed your resembling appearance, which he assumed would be involving White Lily cookie. His gaze softened upon the youngster. It was weird, ... Well, for him. The thought of White Lily having an offspring of her own never crossed his mind... He shook the thought, crouching down to your small figure. a moonlit gleam dazzling through his glossy wings that fluttered in a rhythmic pattern.