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Gossamer.
What an unassuming word.
A dictionary would tell you that it means light, thin, filmy, perhaps even delicate or fragile.
Perhaps I was. I was less than a solar cycle beyond my winged birth, after all.
But he… No. He was not.
And I loved him all the more for it.
It’s so… incredibly amusing, thinking back on it now. Times were different then. Cookies were foolish. They thought gods could be won over with gifts. Perhaps they could be. But the emissaries were not and still are not gods. They are cookies. Incredibly tired, achy cookies.
I look up from writing this and see my dear Salt sipping a cup of tea from a new blend that he picked up from Herb’s shop while Lily rambles about magical herbs and their uses. How… oddly domestic, after everything.
I’m sure Chant will be by soon herself. She always likes knowing where we are after everything we paid to get here.
Where was I…
Ah yes. Before.
I was not always an Elder. I know it surprises some cookies, but Elder is not my name. It is my title. My name is Gossamer Faerie Cookie, and I am of the Wolfsbane Doughline from the northeast colony of Faeriewood. Assuming it is still there. I haven’t been back since they tried to sell me in exchange for protection.
… Perhaps I don’t mind if that particular colony is gone after all.
Sugar Skull and Honeyed Sourdough both agreed my story should be told. I suppose if two archivists from completely different eras say such a thing, they have a reason.
On the other hand… I almost want to let the world forget. All of us have died in one way or another. No one needs to know we came back. Perhaps we could strike our names from the history books, build a cottage, only be found by the other immortals…
But I won’t. I let them do that to the Emissaries once. I won’t do it a second time.
I can hear my sons out beyond the gazebo, likely talking my second-youngest out of doing something foolish and/or self-sacrificial.
The world doesn’t deserve this story, but he does. They do.
And for that… I write.
Besides… I always liked how it began.
With a new moon phantom and a gossamer knight.