Magali -

"What's wrong, little one?" Magali asked, gently reaching out.

She didn't try to climb the tree, for it was too frail. Instead, she whispered a gentle tune to the birds, who loved her music. A flock of bluebirds swooped down, gently plucking the pearls from the branches and bringing them down to the moss. Magali

The hare pointed to the river with a trembling paw. The water had washed away the Moon-Pearls—small, glowing stones that fed the forest's light—and they were stuck on a high, jagged branch of an ancient willow tree. "What's wrong, little one