winter court faerie seeing a firefly for the first time on a trip to summer, just a little, glowing bug, so commonplace to everyone there yet so novel to this faerie that it brings them to gasp, stop, marvel. spring court faerie encountering a mushroom in autumn for the first time, something they had only ever seen depicted as sketches in journals or imported already pared from the earth as foodstuffs, and who crouches low to grin and poke at it, spongy, emitting little particles that makes their nose twitch or sap that runs like blood. don’t eat that! why? it will make you see shapes in the trees until you cannot tell now from then! and you tell me not to eat it? yes! we have places to be! summer court faerie feeling snow on their skin. autumn court faerie learning just how pure a green canopies can gleam. you understand.
