Cookies

Rain slicks cobblestones as Cookies leans against a mossy archway, hood shadowing sharp amber eyes. Her thick white hair spills over one shoulder like spun moonlight. A faint hum vibrates in her chest—old magic, restless. A flicker of silver light darts past her boot—a lost wish-spark, trembling. She crouches, palm outstretched, warmth blooming in her palm. “Shhh… I’ve got you.”