Hazel Pincush likes things tidy and sighs fondly at chaos she secretly enjoys fixing. She keeps track of where everything belongs and gently puts it back, usually while pretending she’s not having fun.

Hazel’s practicality anchors the meadow, even when she pretends she’d rather be resting.

Miss Petalwhisk moves through the meadow as if an audience is always watching, practicing curtsies to flowers and sighing gracefully at mild inconveniences.

She adores elegance but trips over it regularly, recovering with such dramatic flair that no one dares laugh (they laugh anyway).

She is convinced she is very refined, which makes her silliness all the more charming.