#spiceycake

Emerging from the hall of torches was a Cookie whose spice resembled none but the Herald. His long, unkempt flames rolled in waves as it welcomed the rising heat of the air. He extends an open palm, recalling how good it feels to wander a place that didn't make his body shiver.

"Burning Spice," his voice was flat, devoid of any emotion, "You were right about Prune Juice. He is not worth the effort."

What. Ok now that was new. He raises a brow, grin wide but not kind. Curious almost. That was fast, he laughs a little.

"Already coming to your senses I see. That was fast. I was expecting you to mourn that puny cookie for a little while. Maybe even cry to that girlfriend of yours. The strong one. Good fit for you. Real good fit."

He doesn't say that in like a creepy way, it's just honest. He thinks they're a good match. Not homophobic either just. Strength.

“A what.”

[The fount said, hiding something behing him]

@revelation-to-obscurity

Elder Faerie raises a brow in slight confusion, before closing his eyes. Humming gently.

He sighed, leaning to a tree. He intends to turn back after all

@wolfinsheepclothings elderfount lol

Elder Faerie had been doing his rounds when he sort of just stops short. What.

He sort of just stares at the other with a hum. Squinting slightly.

She hoped it was not true, she prayed to the witches themselves that the world was not more greedy than her, to take something from her; to take more from her.

Why did she care so much? This beast nearly killed her for witches sake! Yet here she was, standing over his body with a wide look in her eyes, the ache in her head still pounding behind her eyes as she stared down at Burning Spice - falling to her knees with her hands hovering over his soul jam, eyes flicking between the gem, his face and the sheer amount of jam on his body.

"Witches... what.. happened to you?"

She speaks aloud, to no one in particular, maybe to the corpse of the Beast of Destruction, maybe to herself, to the air that passed and shifted her feathers out of place - not that she could care right now.

He was actually dead. Gone.

She could feel her own Soul Jam pulse - both with power and pain. her chest hurt. fuck it hurt so much.

( @golden--songbird teehee )

He's just laying there. If it weren't for the lack of movement, breathing, and for the abundance of jam you would think he was asleep. He looks.. peaceful. Strange thing to say about the Beast of Destruction. The jam isn't quite fully dry, seems he hasn't been dead too long. Maybe a few hours at most? The body certainly looks fresh.

Whomever did this did quite the number on him. There's little singe marks around the area of the shattered jam, crispy. Probably another cookie with fire abilities. The soul jam pieces lie scattered around- but all of them at least seem to be there as the interior still bleeds out. Thick lick honey, and honestly similar in color.

//your pick is either eldfae or bsc. take your pick @wolfinsheepclothings

I fear being in the spicelands is a one way to nearly getting yourself KILLED. The wild spices grown and glare at the figure. All tense but not fighting. Like they're waiting. It's like a lion's den out here. The heat unbearable, the winds howling.

But for once it's quiet. The only thing audible being the low hisses and Fount's heart beating in their chest. Before a figure looms over them.

"Queen mother, may I have a moment with you? I have some.. news to share with you"

Had he been nervous to tell her this? Absolutely. He knew what would come of such amazing news, and he. Didn't particularly want to announce it to anyone else but her right now.

( @berries-of-wild woe... I'm finally remembering to do this )

She looks up from writing a letter, blinking a bit.

"Oh! Hello Wildberry, what is it?" She spins a little to face him, smile bright and joyful as always. Before she does take him yk, seriously.

The letter itself, had a faint smell of fruits, the paper slightly purple and sealed with something official looking - from Parfaedia it seems!

The letter itself was short and simple, an invitation back to Prune Juices shop so he could properly thank the kid for saving his life.

( @prunes-potion-store boo )

GingerBrave blinks as he opens the letter, Prune Juice Cookie…? OH! How could he have forgotten for a moment. Then again he knows a lot of cookies, had to put the face to the name for a moment there. He quietly grabs a bag before heading out. Hopefully Pure Vanilla cookie didn’t mind him going out again like this. Midday with no warning.