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The Moon’s light shone bright on the land below. The land being slowly illuminated by the Sphere within the dark yet beautiful starry night. Even though it wasn't as light as the daytime, at least it's enough to light up the darkness.
Most Cookies already went to bed ready to have their rest after their jobs, taking a good rest to feel energized and most importantly to enter their paradise of thoughts. Some cookies are still awake either they are not tired, still wanting to have some fun or they have a duty to fulfill.
As most cookies fell asleep, some animals started waking up from their slumber on the daylight. Crickets chirping from basically everywhere, fireflies glowing in the dimly lit areas, owls started hooting within the vicinities of trees.
The cold yet gentle wind blowing within its surroudings, the green small tree leaves started rustling. And within the moonly dimmed land lies a palace, located in Beast Yeast. It sheltered a Fount of Knowledge, a virtue created by the witches. In a room around the palace walls where he presides, reading and browsing through multiple of reading materials. They were basically all over the room, he needs to clean this mess up once he’s finished.
It was peaceful, quiet and the perfect time to focus one’s study and research. The Fount’s been doing nothing but that all day (and probably all night) As a seeker of Knowledge he spends most of his free time in his study. He’s hungry for it basically, trying to know every single thing. Gosh he’s doing it as if he would die without reading anything, it sounds exaggerated but he would absolutely will.
Why you may ask? Well isn't it the Fount's duty to provide Knowledge to every cookie? He wants to be able to give any and every knowledge to cookie kind, he wants them to learn new things and he wants them to use that knowledge for their every day lives…
He loved seeing the faces full of fascination on the cookies, it makes him feel useful like he fulfilled a duty and to help a cookie. That's why he's always in his study at night, to gather knowledge.
The pages of paper quietly flipping can be slightly heard as it made a small thump sound, multiple books stacked one by one and there wasn't even one stack within the table, the chair slightly creaking when the Fount moved even if slightly. Some Scrolls laying down on the floor, the curtains being swayed by the gentle wind outside the Fount’s palace.
His arms making small noises when pressed on the table causing a thump, hair strands covering his view from time to time due to his head moving, his hands trying to move the hair strands out his eyes so it wouldn't block his view.
One could hear the occasional sound of yawning caused by the Fount, he used one of his hands to rub his eyes. Then that said hand moved to a mug beside the Cookie, he grabbed the mug and pressed his lips. He tasted the brown liquid full of caffeine, it tasted bitter. But he didn't mind it too much; he was used to the taste of the coffee’s bitterness.
He felt the coffee going down his throat, after he swallowed his drink he deliberately sighed. Even drinking that he still felt tired, that wasn't good his tiredness would get in the way of his research. He could feel his eyes almost shutting down, he felt like he needed rest but still he cant! Not when he's about to acquire the knowledge he needs to help cookies!
Just about his hand was grabbing the mug once again, he saw the mug being taken away by another hand. The Fount turned his head to his back side, he spotted his fellow Virtue of Solidarity. He was so busy that he didn't notice the door opening or any sound of footsteps.
The Fount’s eyes widened, but he quickly hid his surprise. “Oh! uhm hello Salty!” He called him by his nickname, his voice shook for a moment “what brings you here? Did you need something perhaps?” Oh how he hoped his friend wouldn't notice that he's staying up all night…
The other began to analyze him, his eyes looking around the Fount. Seemingly to see if something's wrong, the Fount shivered at his stare. He always felt uneasy whenever his friend stared at him. He always seems like he will see through his lies, but he didn't want to worry anyone with his work, it's his to handle, not theirs!
The Knight hummed, he stopped his tracks to reply to the Fount. “Checking up on you…” he said with a quiet yet gentle tone.
The Fount figured, but he still kept the friendly smile on his face. “O-oh you shouldn't have!” He nervously chuckled. “You don't have to worry about me! I'm perfectly fine!
The Knight narrowed his eyes. “I know you're hiding something, Stop lying…” He said with a worried tone.
The Fount gulped, his eyes shifting then stuttered. “I-i don't know what your talking about… I'm just a waste of your time Salt!” He defended, he didn't want to burden him.
“Your not a waste of time!” The Knight uncharacteristically snapped at the Fount, then he spoke with an authoritive tone. “You don't think I noticed huh? You’ve been staying up day and night at your study. Me and the others were worried why you always seemed so tired.”
The Fount felt guilty that he worried his friends, then spoke with a shaky voice. “But i need to! For Cookiekind For our friends!” He stopped for a moment then spoke. “For you…” he looked down he didn't want to face him…
He heard the Knight sighed before he felt like his body being held up, the Fount looked at his friend carrying him.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!” the Fount blushed and his widening, he felt so embarassed oh gosh he wanted to melt right now!!!.
The Knight then exited the room and begins walking through the hallways of his friends home, then he answered the Fount. “Carrying you to your room of course…” he spoke bluntly. Footsteps echoing through the magnificent hallways.
“E-eh but why?! You know i can just walk there…” the Fount averted his eyes to anywhere but his friend. He felt embarassed to being carried, he admits that it feels nice though.
The other looked at him, with a smirk. He found his flusteredness amusing and cute, then he answered his question. “With the state your in, I don't think you’ll be able to walk properly…”
He wondered how his friend could be so blunt and direct with his answers… “I see… but still why do all of this for me?” as he questioned his friend he felt like he was laying down. It seems like he has already arrived at his bed.
The Knight then tucked the Fount and tenderly cupped his cheek. “Because i care for you… you're my friend after all…”
He spoke with a gentle and caring tone, his was oh so warm.
The Fount felt his heart skipped a beat and spoke. “I see well thank you!” He smiled back. “Is there anything to show how grateful i am to be your friend…?” The Fount then yawned, his eyes drooped.
The Knight chuckled at the sight then spoke. “Well… I want you to take better care for yourself… will you do that for me and the others..?” He used his other hand to hold his friend's hand.
The Fount contemplated at the request, his words makes sense though. Without rest the Fount wouldn't be productive, his health might worsen and worst of all it would worry his friends! He definitely wouldn't want those things to happen.
He sighed then answered with hesitance.
“Alright I'll try… but its not guaranteed tho?”
His friend smiled, oh of course he would say that he thought. “Just that is enough to reassure me…” He moved his hand to his face to his hair, he patted his head.
He liked the feeling, And its starting to make him feel tired… “im… glad…” With that the Fount fell asleep peacefully
The Knight felt relieved that his friend fell asleep, then he kissed the Fount’s head. “Goodnight my dear friend… may you have the sweetest of dreams.”
He stared and admired his friends sleeping form for a little while then quickly stood up and quietly walked through the door. He looked at his friend one more time and smiled once more, before finally closing the door so the Fount would have his first proper rest after weeks…