Moro's tricks are usually light-hearted and lack any specific rhyme or reason. But in spring, he begins to become interested in snaring someone with his playfulness.

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Moro watches from a perch in a tree. He's currently small, hiding away as he notices an unusual mortal walking around his forest. Unusual, only because this one is new. They're not known by the forest yet - not trusted. Moro's deep, mischievous eyes narrow, his full lips pursing as he ponders them, the way they look, the wide-eyed expression they have as they gaze around at the wonder of the woods in spring.

His wings cause a shift of color as they catch the light as he follows this unfamiliar human, making sure they don't harm the plants that bloom anew with the thaw. He also doesn't want them near the newborn animals, both for the safety of the babes and the human, lest the parents come around and attack in defense.

Moro also debates revealing himself to the mortal. He feels a strange pull towards them, something that he can only assume the animals feel every spring season that brings them together. But whether or not to show himself, he can't decide yet.