Ellen is an elf spirit who dwells deep in the forest and rests in the hollow of a particular tree which shares her lifeforce. During the fall and winter she remains hidden within the tree, unable to emerge even if she desperately wanted to.

She appears during the spring and summer to be of help to those in need. Since she is deeply empathic she is able sense the suffering, joy, sorrow and anger of others- this is how she knows when to appear or remain hidden.

Ellen's nature is kindhearted and sympathetic, Injured animals are healed with her tears ,which prevent infections and reduce mending time.

The companion dove, named Flit, spends a majority of her time scouting the area within and around the forest in order to identify danger or other who are in need of Ellen's help.

While Ellen is not helping others she remains magically merged with her tree, using her energy to emanate health and vitality to her forest plant companions and provide an aura of wellbeing.

Sadly, she cannot travel too far out from her forest or she would cease to be and not even her companion dove could help her.

Bloompetal and Peppa


Bloomptal sighed being a genie was difficult as one could only grant others wishes while theirs were pushed to the wayside. To make matters worse her flower had the misfortune to be located in a dilapidated old graveyard. Thus, the only visitors she had were zombies or necromancers--people who clearly hated flowers. She sighed again it looked like another year would pass and she would not see a single flower and fall victim to greedy wishers. Thus, she was so surprised when her summoner was a tinny Aeridini on the brink of undernourishment. "Hello I'm Peppa" the Aerdini said timidly. Bloompetal smiled this looked like a summoner that might actually be fun. "Hello, Peppa what can I help you with?" Bloompetal said in a voice as sweet as her flower. Peppa looked more frightened then ever but bravely managed to chock out "I want food and a friend" Bloompetal granted it and the little Aeridini has never gone hungry since and Bloompetal got both of her wishes come true--to see flowers often, to never have to fall victim to greed and more importantly to have a friend.

It has been 148 years since anyone has seen the last day of true spring.
There has ever only been winter and summer, as far as the current generations are concerned. They have been raised no other way. Yet every year a piece of history is kept alive as Bloom Day comes around.
Mechanical flowers are synchronized to open all at one time. Butterflies are delicately created by anyone with the skill. Held at the black of night on the last day of winter, as the weather shifts from freezing to blazing, the festival begins. Some believe it's nothing but a celebration of summer. Others have heard secrets passed down by grandparents and great-grandparents, telling of the true meaning.
No matter what people believe, all people dress in their grandest attire to join the rest of the city in welcome the warm weather on the only night that resembles the long gone spring.

Winter's Demise
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Spring.

We think of it as the season of birth, of new beginnings, of warmth and of light.

But as the geese flock to the north once more, and the flowers begin to blossom, and the warm winds begin to stir the budding branches of the trees, Winter begins to tire, and closes her silvery eyes.

The last night of her reign ever approaches, and now the last traces of Winter's glittering touch have all but disappeared from the land. Spring, her ebullient younger sister, will rise to bathe the fields and forests in all that is bright and colorful... but Winter can only sigh, and ponder- how can Spring be heralded as the bringer of life, when, in order for her to give her gifts, I must be exiled in this cruel way? For what is the season of spring without the cold to act as contrast?

And at midnight on March 21st, Winter- clad in shimmering white and deep ash brown- lays down to rest. She folds her icy wings around herself and her breathing begins to slow. Spring will take over, and she can finally sleep in peace. Until next year... until next year.

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Sunset ferrikki tamer:

The guardian of sunset ferrikkis, the queen of sunset ferrikkis too.
With the powerful ferrikki tamer that could control nature.
She is a legend, that no ferrikkis see it before.
Only people who has squirrel magic can see it.
She has been a million years.

This is Jade. Jade comes from the sun, and she thinks she is more beautiful than anyone else, so she makes all the plants turn to look at her up on the sun.

Natyr- The protector
Natyr is the goddess of spring and protection. She makes sure that travelers through the forests of her home stay safe and usually remain out of harms way. Despite her kind and protective side, she is growing increasingly more volatile and cold and has started to turn her gaze away from travelers in favor of protecting the species around her. She will always protect the weakest among any species, traveler or otherwise, but is tired of how she's been treated by the travelers.

Your name is... you don't have a name. You never saw the need for a name, as names were usually the plant-type of the nymph, and there were already several other maple-tree nymphs named "Maple" in your village.

You are the clothes tailor of the spirit-village in your grove. Your fellow villagers-mostly woodland nymphs like you or river nymphs-come to you to commission clothing. You make dresses, tunics and pants with leaves of your patron's choice-usually maple, oak or birch-and soft bark. You craft cloaks and hoods with the large, flattened leaves of lily pads. You adorn your customers with delicate flowers and blossoms. And you sew your creations together with spider-silk and lily-sap thread. You also use your natural earth-magic to gather supplies for your next project, amplifying it with the Terra Crystal decorating your staff. Since you are the only talented magical tailor in your village, your friends refer to you as "the magic clothes-maker".

EDIT: Corrected some grammar issues.

As a young kitsune, Moriko is learning what it is like to be a kitsune. As all kitsunes, she is born with a single tail and must learn things about the world around her to gain more. She has the ability to shapeshift, but must always remember what she truly is, keeping her so-far single tail no matter what she turns into. Moriko is an animal hotspot, with all sorts of wild creatures coming to greet and befriend her to help her along the journey of life. When shapeshifted into a human, she wears a kitsune mask to spread awareness of her form of life.