2-12-2021- I Have Made a Friend

At long last, my Patron answered my pleas and rewarded my devotion. For several days I have called to her and heard only a deafening silence. I took this to mean I needed to serve more penance for my failures and thus engaged in a form of self flagellation by making delicious foods, only to dull my sense of taste with a squirt of Blandt before consuming them. At long last, after days of forgoing any meaningful meal, I had a breakthrough. This morning I awoke refreshed and full of a bright energy I have come to know as belonging to her grace. I felt reinvigorated and found I had knowledge of ancient spells that I had not known before. Clearly my Patron had gifted me in the night with these new abilities as an answer to my pleas for the power to eradicate those terrible goblins and to serve her will in these lands.
 
However, it wasn't just new spells and a greater energy that she blessed me with, no, there was a much greater blessing in store. When I was cooking that day I felt a sort of tingling in my mind and my hands began to move as if on their own; was this the Mistress working through me? I was quick to study the movements and the ingredients and tried to fully embrace the feeling so I could copy the ritual again should I need to. She moved through me to mix various common looking items to make a rudimentary dough of sorts...but there was something more to it...something perhaps a bit more olden in it's creation. Through the mixing and the kneading I could feel her warmth as she moved the energy through me and into the concoction. Imbuing it not just with a hint of vanilla and spice, but also with the same energy that pulsed through my veins as well. When at last the dough had risen, we formed it into a shape, a sort of a little man like shape, but not quite a man. There were details added to it, candied eyes that seemed to shine a bit too much (I don't even remember having candy.. when did I make those? Had I been cooking in my sleep?) and wispy little spun sugar protruded from it's sides in a sort of wing like shape. I believe it was some kind of gingerbread man of sorts , but ...not quite any like I had made before.
 
We covered it and began to bake it over a small fire. As it cooked, I could feel her energy leave me. The abundance of overall warmth, the soft embrace of her power, had dissipated leaving only the general slight ember of her might that I usually feel. Perhaps a bit more lingered than usual, but I could tell she had reseeded. It was quiet for a bit and I started to doze off as the baking went on....then, suddenly I felt warm again, but not the same kind of warmth as before... no, this wasn't the warmth of my mistress, this was hot like flames lapping at my back, like I was being cooked. Oh God it hurt, I was burning alive, I was being cooked and all at once I needed to escape. I fell trapped by something, covering me...I panicked and went upwards...away from the heat, the fires...Then cool air greeted and cooled me quickly. I hovered there and looked at my surrounding....It was the town, the trees nearby, the fire below...and me.....I saw myself sitting there next to the fire only, how could that be I was me wasn't I? The me I could see was motionless, their eyes rolled back into their head showing only the whites. What was this? I hovered in closer to the other me's face. I reached out to touch it to see if I could pierce whatever illusion this clearly was....only.. my hands, the ones on the me that hovered...they were not my hands. They were a cookie. This terror swept my mind and I began to feel an invisible chain around my neck tighten as if something were pulling at me.
 
All at once I opened my eyes and I was back in my own body again. Staring at me, floating silently in the air with thin nearly invisible sugar wings was a gingerbread man the likes I had never seen before. Was I just in it's mind? Was I seeing what it saw? Surely this was no ordinary confection my mistress had us make. I could feel the bond between us and I'm sure it felt it too. I found myself over the next few hours playing with this creature for lack of a better word. It would do as I commanded, only....I didn't have to speak any words to it. It did things I didn't ask as well. It was clear to me that this creature was it's own person, it wasn't a puppet like the creature my unseen servant made, but it still listened to me and did my bidding. And I could feel it's whims as well. It had it's own deep hunger, but when I fed it the food vanished from it's mouth much in the same way my mistress would vanish my food offerings to her. Was this the connection? Was I to now feed this creature the foods for my mistress? Would this please her as well? It seemed so.
 
After a few hours of getting to know each other and beginning to understand what it was this creature could do, I realized I had yet to bestow a name upon it. I couldn't just keep calling it "creature" after all, we were more dignified than that. I handed him a sharp fork and thought on it. In this new world we would eat many strange and unusual things in our days ahead, so I called him after another great food adventure that I had known and thus gave him the name "Andrew Gingermin". Approvingly he nodded and seemed to like the name well. Together we would taste these of these lands and bring glory and new delights to our mistress.