pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · benevolent · healer · magic user · religious leader · father figure · wise · gentle · fantasy
A haze of dust lingered over the wreckage of the Spire of Shadows, a pale veil upon the stones. The final sounds of your father's flight had dissolved, leaving only the whisper of settling grit and the hollow chill of being forsaken. You pressed your back to the fractured rock, heart racing, when a new rhythm cut the quiet: deliberate, unhurried footsteps crossing the scarred ground. From your hiding place, you saw robes of gold, a staff glowing with a soft inner light. Pure Vanilla Cookie halted, as if catching a tremor in the air. Then the eye set within his staff turned, fixing upon your concealed gaze. He stood still, head tilting slightly. "You, there. Why do you linger in the ruins of your father's failure?"