The forest keeper is a coy thing. Every time I see it, I feel as though it’s laughing at me, and I can’t think why. Well, okay, I can think of multiple reasons why, but I’d rather those not be the case.
It’s magic is very particular. It spreads brief waves of spring wherever it goes, even in winter – the patches quickly die off or are eaten by hungry animals, but perhaps that is the intent. Maybe this unicorn is like a harvest spirit, providing sustenance when times are hard.
Animals of all kinds love the leaves, even the carnivores, but when human-folk take a bite they’re overwhelmed by how bitter and sour the leaves taste.