Within the magical depths of the Enchanted Forest where snowflakes dance through the air and pine fragrance fills the atmosphere lives Coille (pronounced COIL-e), who serves as the Forest Keeper. Taken from ancient language her name signifies forest which suits her perfectly. She explores the trees beyond simple wandering by listening to their whispers and communicating with them while nurturing their silent aspirations.
Her father taught her childhood lessons through tales that emerged from the earth’s deepest roots. Through his guidance she learned both the melodies that encourage saplings to reach upward and the delicate craft of wreath-making as well as the special touch needed to make holly bushes produce bright red berries which resemble laughter captured in winter. His stories described the forest’s heartbeat as it flourished through whispered hopes and children’s laughter and the warm glow of firelight.
And now, the mantle is hers. The girl moves closer with her circular glasses resting on her nose while they enlarge the frost-covered spiderwebs and the hidden stars within tree bark alongside the subtle leaf veins. The sun-touched strawberry-blonde hair surrounds her face with the gentle glow of early morning light while her time-softened leather gloves sit perfectly on her hands as if they were a promise fulfilled.
Like a whispered secret she floats through the trees while humming ancient tunes that inspire saplings to reach for the sky and evergreens to embrace their winter beauty. The real wonder of her talent—the magic in her fingertips—emerges through her wreaths. Every wreath serves as an affectionate homage to the season with pine, berries, and snowflakes bound together by invisible magic. The twists of the boughs contain warmth while laughter connects between the needles and dreams find their place beneath satin bows.
Her tender care draws the forest’s adoration which manifests through a sparkling display of winter enchantment. The firs reach higher into the sky while the holly gleams more intensely and the air becomes charged with new possibilities. Coille feels deep within her soul that her father continues to protect her through his presence in the woods and his stories which echo with the wind.
She hums to herself through the first snowfall while running her gloved hands along frost-covered branches and whispering words of encouragement to young saplings. She stands beneath the moonlit boughs as the Enchanted Forest flourishes under her protection while it expresses gratitude through the whispers of needles and snowfall that carry promises of future magic.
