I wear a crown of slender hair, painting bright trails with gentle care.

What do you call a person who adores a continous flow of cool air?

I’ve eyes, but no sight. Tongue, but do not speak. My sole is tough, but if it’s life you seak I’m best used to get to the highest peak.

I'm the last name of a certain baking Dame, of whom you might have heard. I'm small and round, used in cake or dessert. Can you guess my generic name?

I may communicate of danger or that the night has ended.