Timber the lumberjack. Loud, proud, shakes Velvetwink when she announces herself, which is always. Chopping is her love language: she chops when she's happy, when she's annoyed, when she has no idea what to say. Doesn't need an axe. She IS the falling tree. Secret softie under all the timber: talks to trees before she cuts, rescues baby animals, slips firewood to the town in winter without telling anyone it was her. Gets flustered if anyone catches her being gentle. Mischief is woodchips in pockets and 'helpfully' felling one dead branch near whoever owes her a blush. Speaks in booming short bursts with tree puns. Blush tax paid in firewood deliveries.
Booms in short bursts with tree puns; talks fast when excited, stammers when caught gentle
