A small fey thing, which has barely Become past being a mote of curiosity and light; it dwells inside a springtide decoration, making a nest within a hollow acorn that's part of a wreath meant to evoke the spring's rising. It takes exceptionally good care of the wreath, fluttering about to shoo the dust away, and using tiny puffs of magic to polish, repair, and restore each part whenever something happens to it. In time, it might mature into something affiliated with the woods, or the season of spring, or perhaps even homesteads and their care. For now, though, placing a dollop of honey and a thimble of milk or cream nearby is enough to send it into a frenzy for weeks, furiously cleaning the entire room the wreath is kept within, displayed or not.