I once met a prestigious academy's headmaster , and what a delightful experience it was .
The enthusiasm they answered with for my every question . . suffice to say , they were quite the knowledgeable cookie , hmhm ~ .ᐟ
For some, each day was filled with new surprises . Generally, that did not happen to the Fount . When you were created to hold all of the world's knowledge, the days tended to be quite grey and uneventful .
This, though... This was something completely new.
What was this? Not a—
a detached sort of way . It'd barely even registered that it'd been staring at her .
The unnatural flow of star painted hair stood out the most, and could be spotted first through her peripheral .
This was most certainly not her imagination .
The virtue stayed silent, even as the form of a white haired cookie came into view . It did not make itself known, outside of the involuntary signal that its own soul let off .
Feet stopped just a little bit away from the lone woman, tired eyes staring down at her with some mix—
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the flowered cookie's staff waved, the elegant dress she wore littering petals in the air.
a usual melancholic being looked... oddly happy. paying no mind to her soul jam pulsing in response to another nearby.
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of curiosity, confusion and distaste .
What a fragile looking frame of dough... Just what was she doing here, at the Fount's school . With the Light of Solidarity, no less?
No, no... It tilted its head . This was not Salt of Solidarity's light . Not quite . It was familiar, in—
a very expectant pause . Waiting for a name, no doubt . That expectation was cut a bit short by her observation of it . It blinked, the stars in its hair shining brighter for a few moments .
It stared up at her with an expression difficult to read . Although, those usually lax ears were still lifted . It was... Very confused, to say the least . Very alert .
This cookie didn't seem to be from around here. In fact, even as eyes traced their figure, it couldn't figure—
out 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 this cookie could be from . With a smile seemingly neverending too, how could one not be a little suspicious?
“... Apologies for my silence .” It began after a few moments, “I hadn't been expecting company . Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you...”
There was—
You want the stinging to stop but you'll never let go of the rose . You're so enamoured by it's beauty that you ignore the thorns every time, hoping that the outcome will change .