Sun Mote Copse The Art of the Dinner Date

"Yes, most of them will," Wraen replied, trying to remember an old story her mom had told about trees and their leaves. Fairly simple and yet some details had escaped her mind. Colours, seasons, wishing for new, frost. Her inner google network did the keyword search and she was soon presented with an old, dog-eared manuscript, written in a childish scrawl and illustrated with the typical two-dimensional trees with microphone-head foliages, blue line of sky, white cloud-like clouds and the sun shining from a corner of the page. 

"Evergreens, however, will retain their green needle coat all winter through," she explained, leading Sugar glider to one corner of the forest, where a couple of spruce trees shared a lovely plot of land. There were three of them, lush and beautiful, and an odd one out - a juniper tree. Whenever Wraen passed them, she thought of them as princesses and the black sheep of the family. "There is a story, how in the beginning all trees were bare, but they grew envious of flowers and grass and they demanded the Spring to give them colours as well. Being of cheerful disposition the spirit obliged and gave them coats in myriad tones of green and yellow. 

Summer came and by then the trees had grown tired of their coats and asked the spirit for a new set. She could not give them colours, but gave them fruit. Thus junipers got fruits, pine trees, firs and spruce trees got cones, oaks got acorns, apple-trees got apples and so on. They were fine for a while, but when the autumn came most trees had grown dissatisfied again. All but evergreens demanded new colours. And this spirit being of an artistic disposition coloured them in rainbows,"  by then, however, they had arrived at the place that Wraen wished Sugar Glider to show and she paused the story.

"These three will remain green during the winter," she explained. "And the fourth one - do you see the dark berries? Those are edible, but not too much or your stomach will get upset."