Head-canon for the Spring Court 🍃🌸🌿✨
The Spring Court actually has the most lesser fae; real fae. You know, the ones with colorful skin, tails, antlers, claws, vine like hair, or wings made of bark or petals. Not just “hot humans with pointy ears.”
Nudity is a normal thing there. Skin is just skin. some fae wear moonlight or nothing at all, unless ceremony demands a cloak of tradition
Forests and rivers everywhere. Poisonous flowers that sing. Trees that move when you're not looking. Glow-in-the-dark mushrooms lighting up mossy paths. Vines that curl like curious fingers.
There’s mischief in the air never cruel, just clever. Lose your boots to a fox. Find your hair braided with wildflowers by giggling sprites. Discover a raccoon carrying your necklace like a treasure.
wearing shoes is rare thing. The earth is warm and breathing, and the fae here walk barefoot to stay connected to their land.
No brothels here, because sex isn’t commodified it’s woven into their culture like music or magic. Passion and desire are honored, not hidden. This is the court of Calanmai, after all. 👀
To any person whom isn't spring citizent there are no paths in the land only suggestions. The same route never leads to the same place twice unless the land wants it to.
The forest is full of bargains. Want something? The right flower, rock, or creature will give it… for a price. You’ll probably forget you made a deal until it’s time to pay.
Laughter isn't always safe. Some fae laugh to lure, others to confuse. The clever ones just mimic yours to draw you deeper in.
