Aethel ( The Luminary Owl )

High above the forest floor, nestled on a branch overlooking the shimmering pool, sat Aethel. She was an owl like no other, her feathers a kaleidoscope of pastel hues, and a gentle halo of golden light perpetually floating above her head. Aethel was the forest's wisdom, her big, warm eyes seeing not just what was, but what could be. When a lost fawn cried for its mother, Aethel would glow softly, guiding it with her light. When a young sapling struggled to grow, her silent thoughts would nurture it. She didn't speak often, but her presence was a comforting beacon, a silent promise of guidance and hope.