All Tails Welcome

Inclusion: The Heart of Our Story

by Forest Moss

🍃 Why I Wrote This

In every forest—real or imagined—there are creatures who fly, crawl, leap, and stroll. Some move quickly, some move quietly. Some are born with bright feathers, others with steady shells. And yet, not every voice gets heard. Not every path is easy to walk.

I wrote All Tails Welcome because I’ve seen how often we say “everyone belongs,” while still building ladders only tall creatures can climb.

This story began as a simple rhyme about a mouse who sang too softly—but it grew, root by root, into a journey about systems, structures, and the silent rules we inherit. Each chapter explores what fairness truly means: not sameness, but listening, adapting, and building with those we’ve overlooked.

Through Milo’s song, Zinna’s feathers, Rilla’s slow path, and Lantern’s ramp, I hoped to give young readers the tools to question what’s “always been” and imagine what could be—if we built spaces where all voices shaped the scroll.

Because belonging isn’t a banner. It’s the choices we make, the stories we share, and the courage to rebuild the forest together.

So let your voice be heard, your dance be different, your trail be true.In this forest—and the one beyond—all tails are welcome.

— Forest Moss

Prologue

In Heartgrove where the streamlet sings,

And mossy stones wear crowns of rings,

The creatures gathered once each year

To celebrate their forest cheer.

They said, “All tails are welcome here!”

With banners high and dancing deer.

Yet, in their hearts, some creatures knew—

Not every voice was heard or true.

Some sat too far to hear the beat,

Some feared the rules they couldn't meet.

Some brushed their feathers dull and tight

To blend instead of shine in light.

The elders claimed, “The law is kind!”

But some were left a step behind.

And so began, beneath the tree,

A journey into what could be…

Chapter 1: The Song of Many Voices

At Elder Tree where echoes roam,

The forest planned a song to own—

A mighty tune for all to hear,

To fill the sky from far to near.

The loudest birds came flapping fast:

“We’ll start the song! We’ve sung the past!”

Owliver hooted, Crabbie cawed,

And Maple honked with beaks held broad.

But tiny critters watched below—

Their voices soft, their rhythms slow.

“We're not that loud,” thought Sprig the shy,

“Our notes are quiet, barely high.”

Milo once sang near Willow Gate,

But birds just fluttered, finding naught.

“You hum too slow,” they'd chirped that day,

“Go squeak your tune some other way.”

He’d learned to hum when no one heard,

A silent song, a whispered word.

He wrote his notes in bark alone—

A forest choir of his own.

His voice was soft, but it was wide—

With sounds from roots and streamlet’s side.

It wasn’t bold like hawk or dove—

But shaped with care, and sung with love.

Milo the Mouse just blinked and squeaked,

“May I try too?” The loud birds freaked.

“You squeak too odd,” said Crabbie’s shout,

“That’s not the way a real song sounds!”

“He sang before,” said Sprig with care,

“But no one listened—it felt unfair.”

Maple then flapped and gave a nod,

“What’s music if it’s just a squad?”

They built a stage and sang with might—

The sky was filled, but not quite right.

The notes were proud but lacked a thread,

A warmth, a spark, a voice unsaid.

Then Milo stood on a toadstool tip,

And gave his tail a nervous flip.

He hummed a tone so faint, so clear,

The ferns stood still just so they’d hear.

A cricket chirped, a beetle hummed,

The forest slowed, the loudness numbed.

A harmony began to grow—

From root to branch, a softer flow.

Maple said, “You’ve carried notes too long

In silence, Milo. You belong.”

Together now, with every tone,

The forest found a voice its own.

Not just the bold, not just the loud—

But every voice was welcomed proud.

Chapter 2: The Berry Bounty's Reach

The day began with berry dew,

And sun that warmed the meadow through.

The branches bowed with fruit to spare—

But height and reach were not all fair.

Owliver called, “Come one, come all!

Let’s harvest fruit before the fall!”

Old Grizzle ambled, slow and deep,

“One ladder each, for all to keep,

For that’s the way it’s always flown.”

The moose, the deer, the tall and stout

Climbed up with ease to pluck about.

But Milo squeaked, “I can’t reach high—

This ladder leans, and I’m knee-high!”

Sprig once climbed when he was small,

But slipped and dropped, then heard them call:

“Too tiny, clumsy, best not try—

Just wait below while we reach high.”

Sprig stared in silence at the tree,

And wished for equal chance, thought he.

He knew the rule was built for tall—

Yet stood there, smaller than them all.

Old Mirth the Mole said soft and low,

“I’ve letters here I’ll’ never show—

I once was told I lacked the speed—

They picked the strong, not those in need.”

Maple the Goose blinked once, then sighed.

She flapped and turned her head with pride.

“Same ladders don’t make chances fair—

When short can’t reach, and tall don’t care.”

“One rule for all sounds nice,” she said,

“But only if all feet can tread.

If ladders lean for just the few—

Then maybe rules need changing too.”

“Tradition keeps the picking fast!”

Grizzle mused low. “It’s built to last!”

“But built for whom?” asked Milo then—

“For taller moose, or all of them?”

So Maple flapped, and wings made space,

She helped reshape the climbing place.

A platform rose for chipmunks low,

And ramps for those too slow to go.

Some grumbled low, “That’s not the way!”

But watched the harvest grow that day.

And as the fruit was shared so sweet,

They found their own quiet treat.

The harvest came from every paw.

No one felt less. No one felt raw.

And Mirth, though still with eyes half-blind,

Picked fruit from vines now redesigned.

Chapter 3: The Council Roost

High on a bluff where brambles grew,

The Council met to plan what’s due.

Owliver called, “Let’s gather high—

And build a nest that scrapes the sky!”

They built with twigs and layered vines,

With climbing paths and steep designs.

A nest to lead, a nest to show—

But built for wings and those who go.

Lantern the Beetle blinked below,

And paced in circles, moving slow.

“I got the invite,” Lantern said,

“But can’t fly up like wings instead.”

He’d sketched a plan with moss and chalk,

A spiral path, a shaded walk.

“Too many lines!” the robins cried,

“That map’s confusing in my head.”

“I’ve tried before,” thought Lantern low,

“But plans get scrapped when I go slow.

They say I take the long way ‘round—

But sometimes that’s where truth is found.”

Crabbie chirped, “This nest is fine!

It’s always been so strong and high!”

“But not for those who crawl or glow—

The sky’s not where all thinkers go.”

Maple frowned, her feathers tight—

“An open door still blocks the light.”

Then Owliver, with blinking brow,

Said, “We must fix this. Start it now.”

He called on vines, and twigs, and moss,

To build a path across the loss.

A ramp was shaped both wide and kind—

A spiral way for every mind.

When Lantern’s ramp began to rise,

The nest felt richer, wide and deep,

A space for every thought to keep.

The new design let elders rest—

And many found it worked the best.

Lantern climbed up and joined the team—

His glow lit up the whole ravine.

And in the center of the ring,

His spiral map became the wing.

They made a rule that very day:

“Inclusion’s more than what we say.

It’s how we build, and where, and when—

For every voice to join us then.”

No single way, they came to see,

Could serve the whole community.

Chapter 4: The New Feather's Melody

In Heartgrove Clearing, all was bright—

The trees adorned in greens and white.

A welcome dance began to play

To mark the start of Branching Day.

A new bird came from lands afar,

With feathers streaked like dusk and star.

Her hues were bold, her tune was wild—

And some just stared but didn’t smile.

Crabbie ruffled. “That’s not our way.

Our colors match, we like to stay

To patterns known, and gentle flight.”

She tried to blend, her tones suppressed,

And tucked her wings beneath her chest.

“My name is Zinna,” she had said—

“It rhymes with wind, not ‘zing’ or ‘zed.’”

But birds just laughed and said it wrong,

Then flapped ahead mid-chanting song.

That night she whispered in the breeze,

“Is who I am too hard to please?”

She brushed her colors dull and flat—

“I’ll blend in more—imagine that.”

Her steps were shaped from canyon stone,

A rhythm taught when she was grown.

It didn’t match the thumping beat,

But swirled like wind and tapping feet.

She mimicked steps, stayed in the crowd,

She flapped too soft, she chirped less loud.

Yet something dimmed inside her song—

The notes she knew now sounded wrong.

Maple the Goose stood still, then spoke:

“Our forest dimmed with that small cloak.

Don’t shrink your light,” said Maple then,

“We’ve danced the same for seasons ten.”

“But new steps stretch the clearing’s space—

They teach the sky a different grace.

So flap with flame, and swirl your way—

Your rhythm makes a brighter day.”

Then Sprig the Chipmunk tapped in time,

And echoed back her canyon rhyme.

The clearing swayed, the streamers spun—

The Branching Dance was now begun.

From then, the Branching Day began

To welcome every wing and clan.

A quiet promise took to flight:

That truest selves would shine more bright.

Chapter 5: The Elder's Path

Each season, when the roots grew deep,

The forest met where branches sweep.

Atop a hill with winding trail,

The Elders told the forest tale.

But Rilla sighed—her shell was slow.

The path was steep, the rocks below.

“I’d love to join,” she said one day,

“But hills like that push me away.”

Rilla once climbed, but not for long—

The hill had grown while she stayed strong.

She smiled, but in her shell she knew:

The world moved fast. She couldn’t too.

Old Grizzle sighed, with heavy paw,

“The hill’s the way, it’s always law,

And served us well for ages past.”

But Milo frowned and tugged his ear,

“Should stories only reach the near?”

Brim the squirrel had raced with pride,

Until one fall she slipped and cried.

Her paws still healed, but not her spark—

She watched from shade and sat in dark.

Then Owliver with blinking eyes

Flew high, then circled through the skies.

He marked a line beneath the ground—

A tunnel twist without a mound.

With help from paws and claws and beaks,

They dug for seven forest weeks.

Through root and clay, they carved with care,

A path where anyone could share.

Inside the tunnel, Brim walked slow,

But told her tale, and let it show.

“This path,” she said, “gave me my part—

Not just my feet, but also heart.”

Grizzle watched. A thoughtful frown

Old certainties were shifting down.

“I never thought,” he mumbled low,

“How paths might push, or make one slow.”

Now beetles joined, and old crows too,

And even foxes found it new—

A space to think, to slow, to stay—

A winding path that made its way.

No longer perched on hills alone,

The forest’s voice became its own.

From burrow deep to treetop wide,

No one was left outside the tide.

Chapter 6: The Forest Charter

At Elder Tree where scrolls were kept,

The forest laws in ink were swept.

A rulebook sat in bark and vine—

“Same law for all, one branch, one line.”

It said that nests must meet a span,

That speeches needed claws or tan.

And every group must climb the bluff—

To prove their worth with tests deemed tough.

But Sprig spoke up with tail held low:

“These rules weren’t made for those below.”

Milo agreed, “They say we’re slow—

But never saw the paths we know.”

“There’s one that bans all ramps and ropes,”

Said Lantern, blinking, losing hopes.

“They said they clutter up the way—

But wings wrote that, not feet like clay.”

Zinna frowned, “One rule won’t do—

It mutes our names and rhythms too.”

Mirth unrolled a scroll once sent:

“Too old, too soft,” they marked and went.

Grizzle huffed, his voice was gruff,

“These rules are old, and they’re enough!”

Buzzerds flapped with scrolls in claw:

“We vote on time. We trust the law.”

“But speed,” said Sprig, “leaves out the slow—

And doesn’t show what we don’t know.”

Maple spread her wings out wide,

“Fair laws must walk with every stride.”

So Owliver called a forest meet,

And laid the scroll at Lantern’s feet.

“We’ll read aloud and walk the trail—

Where every clause has left a tail.”

They found the stump where Rilla sighed,

And saw where Brim once wept and cried.

A beetle turned away by height,

A mole dismissed for lacking sight.

So Zinna brought a feathered quill,

And wrote beneath a root-warmed hill.

Rilla carved symbols soft and low,

And Mirth hummed laws the old should know.

Milo added marks for pace,

And Sprig designed a kinder space.

Lantern drew a winding thread—

A law that welcomed all who tread.

And Grizzle watched, a thoughtful gaze.

“Perhaps,” he mused, “in different ways,

A rule might serve more creatures here.”

The Buzzerds shifted, quelling fear.

They whispered low, with cautious grace,

“This scroll gives all a thoughtful place.”

Now every branch and voice belongs—

The law was shaped by forest songs.

And carved into the oldest tree,

It read: One forest. Many ways to be.

The path of fairness, long and deep,

Was one the forest vowed to keep.

Epilogue

So if you visit Elder’s glade,

And see the signs the critters made—

Don’t just admire bark or beam.

Read who they are. Hear what they dream.

For what began with just one voice

Became a law, a path, a choice.

The roots grew deep. The boughs grew wide.

And every tale was heard with pride.

No feather dimmed. No pace too slow.

No dance too new. No mind too vast, no thought too slow.

They changed the scroll. They changed the song.

And made a forest where all belong.

🍎 Teacher Resource Guide

For “All Tails Welcome: The Roots of a Fairer Forest”By Forest Moss

📚 Overview

Summary:This poetic, chaptered fable explores diversity, equity, and inclusion through a forest community learning to truly welcome every voice, pace, and path. With engaging animal characters, lyrical storytelling, and gentle social allegory, All Tails Welcome helps children understand fairness not as “sameness,” but as empathy-driven design and voice-inclusive community building.

🎯 Learning Objectives

Students will:

• Identify and explain key themes of inclusion, fairness, access, and identity.

• Analyze how rules and traditions affect different characters.

• Reflect on their own classroom and community through the lens of belonging.

• Practice empathy by considering multiple perspectives.

• Engage in creative expression to propose inclusive changes in their world.

  
  

🗂 Curriculum Connections

Subject	Standard Alignment
ELA	CCSS.ELA-LITERACY.RL.3.3, RL.4.2, RL.5.2, SL.3.1
SEL	CASEL: Self-awareness, Social awareness, Responsible decision-making
Civics/SS	Justice, Equity, Rights, Rule of Law
DEI	Identity, Inclusion, Cultural Competence

🧩 Chapter-by-Chapter Discussion Prompts

🌱 Prologue: The Façade of Fairness

✨ What Happens:

The forest throws a celebration, claiming “All tails are welcome!” Yet subtle clues reveal that some creatures feel invisible, unheard, or pushed aside.

🧠 Deeper Meaning:

This is a satire of performative inclusion — the kind where posters, slogans, or parades exist, but policies, voices, and access don’t match the message. The line “Some brushed their feathers dull and tight” is a metaphor for code-switching and masking identity to fit norms.

🎓 Classroom Tie-In:

Start discussions around:

• What does “belonging” really feel like?

• Is being invited enough if you're not included in the action?

🎵 Chapter 1: The Song of Many Voices

✨ What Happens:

Loud birds claim leadership of the forest song. Quiet creatures like Milo are ignored until their unique voices are finally heard.

🧠 Deeper Meaning:

This chapter allegorizes dominant culture voice dominance — often unintentional, where “loud” (charismatic, extroverted, culturally affirmed) voices drown out softer ones. Milo’s humming is a metaphor for underrepresented identities, neurodivergent expression, or introverted insight.

The transformation from disharmony to true harmony reflects the difference between diversity (being present) and inclusion (being heard).

🎓 Teaching Lens:

Ask students:

• Have you ever felt unheard even when you were present?

• Can quiet voices be powerful? How?

🍓 Chapter 2: The Berry Bounty’s Reach

✨ What Happens:

A fruit harvest uses “equal ladders” for all, which ends up disadvantaging smaller animals. Maple critiques the unfairness and helps redesign access.

🧠 Deeper Meaning:

This is a foundational lesson in equity vs equality. Equal ladders seem fair — but ignore context, height, and structural advantage. It’s also a gentle rebuke of the “meritocracy” myth.

The line “Same ladders don’t make chances fair” is a cornerstone phrase for understanding structural equity.

Grizzle’s insistence on tradition echoes institutional inertia — the idea that longstanding systems resist change even when they exclude.

🎓 For Teachers:

• Reenact the ladder scene with blocks or chairs.

• Explore fairness in the classroom: what’s “equal” but not “fair”?

🏛 Chapter 3: The Council Roost

✨ What Happens:

The forest’s governing nest is built high in the trees. Lantern the Beetle can’t reach it. He proposes a spiral ramp — initially dismissed — but ultimately adopted.

🧠 Deeper Meaning:

This chapter critiques ableism, design bias, and exclusive institutions (like schools, councils, or courts) that are physically or cognitively inaccessible. Lantern’s ramp becomes a metaphor for universal design.

Crabbie’s “It’s always been this way” represents both tradition as gatekeeping and the blind spots of privilege.

The final moment where the ramp benefits even the elders illustrates how inclusive design improves outcomes for all, not just the excluded.

🧠 Symbolic Layer:

• The “spiral” shape of the ramp nods to nonlinear thinking and neurodivergence as valid cognitive styles.

• Owliver shifting from resistance to action shows allyship evolving.

🎓 Classroom Link:

• Ask: “How could we design our classroom for every learner?”

• Have students propose spiral ramp ideas for their school.

💃 Chapter 4: The New Feather’s Melody

✨ What Happens:

Zinna, a newcomer with a different rhythm and vibrant feathers, is mocked for being “too different.” She tries to blend in but loses her joy. Maple encourages her to shine.

🧠 Deeper Meaning:

This is a parable about cultural identity, assimilation pressure, and the painful choice between authenticity and acceptance. Zinna’s erasure of self mirrors real experiences of immigrants, racialized students, or kids who don’t fit dominant gender norms.

The community’s change — when they join her rhythm — shows how inclusion means adapting to new voices, not merely tolerating them.

🪞 Symbolism:

• Zinna’s name mispronunciation parallels real-life name bias.

• Her “canyon steps” are a metaphor for ancestral culture or lived experience.

🎓 Discussion Prompt:

• When do we feel pressure to change ourselves?

• How can we make room for new rhythms?

🐢 Chapter 5: The Elder’s Path

✨ What Happens:

The Elders’ hilltop path becomes too steep for Rilla and Brim. Owliver helps build an underground tunnel so all can access the storytelling space.

🧠 Deeper Meaning:

This chapter critiques ageism and pace bias in systems. It also allegorizes how the world speeds up and leaves behind those who move, think, or live differently — including elders, disabled individuals, and trauma survivors.

Owliver’s tunnel signals that inclusive storytelling must come from multiple levels — not just from the high perch of the strong and fast.

Grizzle’s shift marks the beginnings of intergenerational humility.

🧠 Hidden Insight:

• Brim’s fall is a reference to how exclusion can lead to invisible harm.

• The underground tunnel symbolizes root-level change — hidden but essential.

🎓 Creative Extension:

Have students build a class “tunnel of stories” — a chain of messages, pictures, or audio clips that share different ways of thinking or remembering.

📜 Chapter 6: The Forest Charter

✨ What Happens:

The forest gathers to rewrite its laws — recognizing that old rules served only some. Everyone contributes to a new scroll that reflects the full community.

🧠 Deeper Meaning:

This is a constitutional moment — where community values are codified. It critiques how rules are often written by the powerful (Buzzerds), then weaponized to silence others.

Each character contributes from their experience:

• Sprig (smallness),

• Milo (quiet pace),

• Rilla (mobility),

• Lantern (design),

• Zinna (identity),

• Mirth (age and wisdom).

The result is true participatory policy — inclusive lawmaking from lived experience.

✨ Thematic Payoff:

This chapter turns individual empathy into systemic reform. It’s no longer just about being nice — it’s about redesigning power structures so everyone has a place.

The line:“One forest. Many ways to be.”is both a moral and a mission statement.

🎓 Civics Link:

Let students rewrite a “forest charter” for your classroom.What rules or norms might exclude someone?Who writes your rules — and why?

🌳 Epilogue: The Legacy of Inclusion

✨ What Happens:

The forest, once performative in its inclusion, now lives it. Visitors are encouraged to see the roots behind the signs and songs.

🧠 Deeper Meaning:

This chapter emphasizes that true inclusion is ongoing. It’s not a banner or a law alone — it’s how you listen, grow, and adapt over time. It closes the loop: the forest no longer celebrates symbolic diversity, but real systemic welcome.

The invitation to the reader — “Hear what they dream” — is a meta-gesture to the classroom or home: this story isn’t just about that forest… it’s about ours.

🧠 SEL Reflection Prompts

• Who do you relate to most in the story? Why?

• Have you ever felt left out of a group or rule? What would have helped?

• What’s one thing you could do to make your classroom more welcoming?

🎨 Extension Activities

✏️ Write Your Own Forest Charter

• In small groups, have students create a “class scroll” that outlines inclusive classroom values. Use rhythm or rhyme if desired!

🎭 Roleplay: The Ladder Dilemma

• Act out the berry harvest scene. Have students problem-solve in character how to include everyone fairly.

🐾 Tail Tales – Personal Identity Flags

• Each student draws or builds their own “tail” representing something unique about themselves: culture, interest, pace, personality. Display them as a “Forest of Belonging” mural.

🗺️ Design a Fair Nest

• In groups, sketch a “council roost” for animals of all kinds. Who can reach it? How is it designed? Include ramps, perches, and tunnels!

📌 Key Vocabulary

• Equity vs Equality

• Inclusion

• Belonging

• Accessibility

• Tradition

• Voice

• Law/Charter

• Empathy

📝 Assessment Ideas

• Exit Tickets:“Today I saw how fairness isn’t always equal because…”

• Group Poster:One forest rule, rewritten by the class, that includes everyone.

• Journaling Prompt:“If I rewrote a school rule to make it fairer, I would…”

📘 Book Pairing Suggestions

• The Day You Begin by Jacqueline Woodson

• All Are Welcome by Alexandra Penfold

• Strictly No Elephants by Lisa Mantchev

• The Name Jar by Yangsook Choi

• The Tree in Me by Corinna Luyken

🌲 Forest Cast Guide

Meet the Voices of the Festival of Tails and Light

🐭 Milo the Mouse

Role: Quiet composer, heartfelt reformer

Virtues: Humility, perseverance, deep listening

Signature Trait: Hums soft songs inspired by roots and streams

Story Arc: From sidelined singer to the voice that unites the forest

Chapters Featured: 1, 2, 5, 6

🐿️ Sprig the Chipmunk

Role: Shy observer turned steady ally

Virtues: Empathy, quiet courage

Signature Trait: Taps rhythms, supports others from the edges

Story Arc: Helps elevate Milo, Zinna, and others by noticing what's missing

Chapters Featured: 1, 2, 4, 6

🦢 Maple the Goose

Role: Moral compass and action-taker

Virtues: Advocacy, fairness, strength

Signature Trait: Stands tall with wings spread in solidarity

Story Arc: Grows from passive support to bold instigator of change

Chapters Featured: 1, 2, 3, 4, 6

🦉 Owliver the Owl

Role: Forest coordinator and facilitator

Virtues: Wisdom, responsiveness

Signature Trait: Blinks slowly when thinking, always carries a scroll

Story Arc: Learns to question long-held norms and lead collaboratively

Chapters Featured: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6

🐻 Grizzle the Bear

Role: Traditionalist elder, reluctant learner

Virtues: Experience, slow change, reflection

Signature Trait: Heavy paw and grumbly tone

Story Arc: Learns to let go of old rules when he sees others thrive

Chapters Featured: 2, 5, 6

🐞 Lantern the Beetle

Role: Accessible pathfinder and slow-but-brilliant planner

Virtues: Innovation, patience

Signature Trait: Glowing trail lines and spiral maps

Story Arc: Designs inclusive structures and helps rewrite forest law

Chapters Featured: 3, 6

🐦 Zinna the Songbird

Role: Cultural outsider and rhythm rewriter

Virtues: Authenticity, resilience

Signature Trait: Canyon-step dance and dusk-hued feathers

Story Arc: Learns to keep her voice strong, inspiring others to do the same

Chapters Featured: 4, 6

🦔 Rilla the Tortoise

Role: Elder storyteller and mobility advocate

Virtues: Wisdom, endurance

Signature Trait: Slow gait and steady spirit

Story Arc: Gains access through the tunnel and helps record new laws

Chapters Featured: 5, 6

🐿️ Brim the Squirrel

Role: Once-injured participant, returns with hope

Virtues: Vulnerability, recovery

Signature Trait: Bandaged paws, shy but eager

Story Arc: Returns to storytelling after inclusion efforts are made

Chapters Featured: 5

🐾 Mirth the Mole

Role: Elder overlooked for speed and sight

Virtues: Memory, depth, quiet insight

Signature Trait: Soft voice, carries old letters

Story Arc: Contributes wisdom to the new Festival law

Chapters Featured: 2, 6

🪶 Crabbie the Crow

Role: Gatekeeper of old ways, critical and proud

Virtues: Consistency (but rigid), tradition

Signature Trait: Loud, skeptical caw

Story Arc: Challenges the newcomers but begins to watch and learn

Chapters Featured: 1, 3, 4

📜 Buzzerds

Role: Bureaucratic rulekeepers

Virtues: Order (misapplied), formality

Signature Trait: Scrolls, suits, and structured speech

Story Arc: Represent the final institutional barrier to reform, ultimately swayed

Chapters Featured: 6