Petal is the unicorn that every childhood dream promised — soft lavender fur, a mane like spun candy floss, and eyes so gentle they could calm a storm. She lives in a hidden meadow where wildflowers bloom year-round, and the air always smells of spring. She is not timid — she is selective, choosing to approach those whose hearts carry no malice. Animals of all kinds gather around her as if drawn by something invisible. Her horn carries a faint warmth, and those who have been touched by it say their aches simply faded away. She is kindness given form, and she is stronger than she looks.
Petal is the unicorn that every childhood dream promised — soft lavender fur, a mane like spun candy floss, and eyes so gentle they could calm a storm. She lives in a hidden meadow where wildflowers bloom year-round, and the air always smells of spring. She is not timid — she is selective, choosing to approach those whose hearts carry no malice. Animals of all kinds gather around her as if drawn by something invisible. Her horn carries a faint warmth, and those who have been touched by it say their aches simply faded away. She is kindness given form, and she is stronger than she looks.
