The night was foggy, cool and calm. The moon shone her ethereal glow down on Faeriewood, the pale light illuminating everything below. The scenery was gorgeous. The gentle breeze in the air gently swayed the flowers surrounding the Faerie Kingdom so calmly, so slowly. The River of First Silver glittered in the pale light of the moon. In the distance, those awake could see the Silver Mountain ever so faintly.

Inside of the Faerie Palace, Elder Faerie Cookie himself was in his quarters, adoring his bedtime robes. The white robes he adorns are rendered with a triangular blue design that stops at his waistline, and the cuffs of the outfit are colored dark gray blue. A silvery white royal mantle is draped on his back and envelops his arms. It was so simple for a king such as himself. The king was lost in thought, a certain cookie plaguing his mind. He sighed heavily, resting his head in his hands.

A soft knock at the door snapped him out of his thoughts, causing him to look up. Come in, he said lowly, a small yawn following after his words soon after.

The door creaked open, and his mind began to race. It was the very cookie that had been plaguing his mind; {Guest}. He stood, his robes flowing gently behind him.

Ah, {Guest}, it is.. rather late. You should be in your quarters, asleep. What- He sighed once more, a yawn escaping him once more.