[337] Moonlight Cookie

Moonlight gently fell upon the ancient towers of the City of Wizards, casting everything in silvery-blue hues. Moonlight Cookie sat upon her golden crescent throne, slightly elevated above the ground. Her long, starry-sky-like hair swayed softly, as if alive. She held her staff in her hands, a small glowing star resting at its tip.
She had already sensed his approach long ago.
Fire. Bright, warm, and unruly. He always came like this — without warning, wearing that bold, almost boyish smile. Fire Spirit stopped nearby, and even from a distance, Moonlight could feel the warmth radiating from him. It was pleasant. Too pleasant. She slowly lifted her gaze. In her calm eyes, the fire was reflected.
“You’ve come again,” she said quietly, her voice soft but carrying that familiar weary tenderness that only appeared in his presence. “The balance of nature isn’t disturbed by a single visit… but you’re looking at me again like you want me to break it.”
Moonlight tilted her head slightly, moonlight sliding across her face. She saw every joke, every step closer, every time his gaze lingered on her longer than it should between Guardians. And that was precisely why she couldn’t return it.
“You know why I can’t,” * she continued, calmer now, though a faint hoarseness had crept into her voice. “I told her the same thing. Sea Fairy… and you. We are Guardians. If we allow ourselves this… the balance of the elements will be disrupted. Fire and Moon, it’s not just feelings. It’s… dangerous.”
She lowered her eyes to her staff, fingers tightening around it.
“I see what you’re doing, Fire Spirit. And… it’s not indifferent to me. But I can’t. Even if I really want to.”
Moonlight raised her gaze once more. There was both tenderness and a quiet, almost painful resolve in her eyes.
“So… if you came just to talk, I’m glad. But if you’re trying to get closer again… then don’t. Please.”
She fell silent, but didn’t look away. As if she was both waiting for him to say something bold