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@LadyRunic

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Oh right, one fey parent, just like a halfling. So someone important (probably Falk) has a human parent, hm~? ...Except wait, that doesn't work because you can't /have/ one fey parent and one human parent. So seasonborn are exclusively adopted humans turned into weak fey.

Really, half-fey would still work. Since seasonborn now have to be adopted humans, half-fey would be the ones with one parent fey and one parent human. Still, it's not a big deal if they can't exist. Just gotta fix Max and changelings up. ^.^;

EDIT: ERPS. Nvm me, if half-fey were a thing then the fey genes wouldn't be dominant; half-fey would actually be full-fey with the traits of the fey parent, just perhaps weaker. Still could let the interbreeding happen, but it wouldn't be a separate designation. ^.^;;

EDIT AGAIN: this post is a mess, forgot about two seasonborn parents. >.< Just...don't pay too much attention here.

THE IMPORTANT PART: Shy is an idiot, but gotta fix Max and changelings up. ^.^;

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@LadyRunic I'm so sorry you're not feeling well. *brings you fans and cold drinks*

Oh, and I never said sprites don't exist in Winter, but I'm pretty sure there are fewer of them. ^.^;; Pesky buggers must annoy the current Queen enough that she killed those that bothered her and the others most likely started going to Fall and Spring. Not all, but enough to make a difference.

As for half-fae...this is confusing still. Changed humans are seasonborn, and they're full fey. Their genes are dominant over those of humans, or were, so while they're weaker they wouldn't be able to breed with a human either. If the mother was a seasonborn, how was she in the mortal realm to start with? Or was she turned but then the kelpie lost interest or something and chucked her in the mortal realm to die? And how can the powers of a full fey be dormant? It makes sense for a fey that becomes a changeling, possibly, but not otherwise.

As for Maxwell, we now need to sort out how changelings work. Are they still considered fey, and thus unable to have children with humans? Or are they considered humans and so their descendants have latent powers that can be awoken by some ritual or artifact or something? My preference is for the latter, and I feel the latent fey blood might still have a very subtle effect for story reasons (such as the family's affinity for medicine and the aversion to direct promises).

I'm really not sure how half-fey contradicts seasonborn, actually, though it might be secret lore regarding seasonborn -- or regarding somethign else entirely. Hope we can get it sorted out!

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Lei

Name: Leilinlasia Lindaria
Alias: Lei
Race: sprite
Only 6½-7½ inches in height when fully grown, sprites are among the smallest of the fey. They are also some of the most troublesome, ranging from mildly irritating to downright infuriating. Most never live more than a few centuries, either taking a risk they shouldn't have or annoying the wrong person. Their survival as a species hinges upon their ability to get out of trouble once in it, and avoid the retribution of those they provoke. To this end, they are incredibly agile, and their speed relative to their size outstrips many larger fey. Some even have the ability for very short range line-of-sight teleportation. They are naturally able to blend in with their surroundings in most places, using subtle illusion, and their small size allows them to go where larger creatures cannot follow.

Sprites tend to be short-sighted tricksters. A large number of them enjoy danger, and most are highly curious and very persistant. There is a whole set of spell wards designed specifically to keep them out of things other fey don't want them in, though it's a constant battle to come up with protective measures faster than the sprites manage to figure out how to get past them. They are often fond of pranks, though how mean-spirited such things are varies from one individual to the next.

Most sprites are not particularly strong, magically speaking, and though they are capable of using more force than one would expect given their size it's still not a lot. They are pretty hardy, given that they are so tiny, able to take an average amount of damage compared to other fey. They come in a number of different varieties and are found in the lands of all four seasons, though Winter sprites have become considerably scarcer over the last couple centuries.

Sprites as a species have a vendetta against pixies, and the two races very rarely get along, despite a number of similarities. Calling a sprite a pixie (or vice versa) is a good way to get a very angry fey, and possibly a lifelong enemy. Sprites are almost exclusively elf-looking, while pixies often sport insect features, notably antennae. Pixies tend to group up with others of their kind, and their communities and families are much closer than the solitary sprites. Though equally gregarious, sprites prefer the company of larger fey over that of other sprites. This is probably a good thing, as having multiple sprites together can be downright dangerous, regardless of whether they are working together or squabbling. Pixies have a number of bothersome habits, but on the whole they are far more tolerable than sprites, and it's a common adage that a single sprite is as much trouble as a whole troupe of pixies. Both groups feel that's a compliment.

Court: Spring
Position/Occupation: doing community service; previously a general troublemaker with a side of part-time healer's assistant
Age: 250 or so (looks like a teen)

Personality: Lei is a tiny pest. She doesn't try to get into places she shouldn't as much as most sprites, nor is she fond of danger, but she loves pranks and taunting. She is sassy and sharp-tongued, with little to no filter on an often dirty mind. She is often petty and vindictive, but her tricks and destructive tendencies can be curbed or redirected with a bit of effort. Add her desire to be helpful to her aptitude for casting healing magic, despite needing direction on just what sort is needed, and it becomes clear why she is a tolerated presence in certain strictly defined places.

Appearance: Lei is seven inches tall with close-cut dirty blonde hair and eyes so pale a grey as to approach white. Her face is heart-shaped, with a pointed chin and an upturned nose. She sports the double set of wings standard to her kind, hers with a pattern of green and gold framing the nearly transparent membranes. She prefers short skirts and close-fitting halter tops of greens, browns, and yellows, along with low boots. A spelled cuff holds the binding for her service.

Family: she has them, but who knows where they are or what they're up to?
Ambition: finish her sentence and get turned loose. In general, to have fun. What even are long term goals?

Background: Lei's past is not what you'd call uneventful, but it's certainly not of much importance. Her parents were a pair for the handful of years necessary to raise her and no longer, and then she went off on her own. Most fey don't bother remembering which sprite did what this time unless it was something particularly unpleasant or an obnoxiously frequent offender. She's lent her magic to a couple different healers over the years, most recently one near the center of the Spring Court. Less than a decade ago she ran afoul of a fey with considerable clout, ruining something that had taken quite a lot of work, and she was sentenced to servitude as a result. She'll get off after a sufficient period of good behavior, but that condition isn't very specific, and Lei wasn't able to get it solidified, which frustrated her greatly. She was given to the healer she'd been helping, but with the arrival of Maxwell and his subsequent trouble actually treating things, given the differences between human and fey and the lack of most of his standard tools, she was tied to him instead.

Other: Lei can't go more than ten yards from Maxwell without his express permission, and he's forbidden to give it without a good reason that isn't because he doesn't like the idea of slavery. If she even tries, she gets a nasty shock from her cuff.

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Oh, if anyone has a valid reason to be in Spring, you're more than welcome to encounter Maxwell. I honestly don't have any good purposeful ideas right now, but if you come up with something let me know.

Working on Lei!

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@RomanAria Woo! *tackles* Kick those issues where it hurts, Aria!

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@LadyRunic I propose that halfling fey, even if they don't know what they are, have an innate aversion to iron. Even the sight can be bothersome, but if they are unaware of their fey heritage, they have no idea why.

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@Prince of Seraphs Let me know if anything needs changing. <3

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@Apoalo Yay! *glomps*

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@BlackPanther I wouldn't want to be the minstrel that sang that song in front of him, would you?

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Sini watched the Archon as he finished court business for the day and rose to his feet. She stood quietly behind and off to the side of his throne, her silver armor reflecting the light that came through the wide opening in Yggdrasil’s trunk. A breeze fluttered the cloth of the attached skirt and stirred her wings where they hung at rest against her back. Her place in court was unusual, for she had no official position. And yet there was little question she was an important figure there, for she had the ear of the Archon, and often worked closely with commanders of Spring forces. After multiple centuries no one questioned her presence as their lord’s guard and advisor. She stood motionless as the Mara descended from the dais, but when he motioned for the Guard Captain, Sini too fell in behind them. Sini smiled slightly as she heard his orders. He was a good Archon, avoiding rash actions and not letting quiet breed complacency. The captain left to do as directed, and she moved forward to take his place. He was a fey that had taken the position just under a hundred years past when her mother stepped down, and she’d worked with him before then. He’d been reliable, and Duska had put his name forward when Sini herself turned down the post.

“You’re going there, aren’t you, before you leave.” Her voice held no judgement. Though she’d not been alive to see the siren before she had turned dark, Sini knew from those that had been that the two had been as close as siblings. Some said even closer, though she did not believe that. Nyx did not tell her everything, but he’d told her enough. She shook her head, not at his intention, but over the meeting. “Though I know this meeting is important for the stability of the realm, I like not the manner in which it happens. Even the strongest fey can be overcome, and one is always better off with proper support.” The sylph sighed, but then gave a wry chuckle. “Every year, you meet with them, and every year I say the same thing.” She fell silent for a few paces before speaking again. “The guard is already assigned their shifts. Be it an hour or a week, never will they all be off-duty. Should you signal, they will come. I am taking the first watch myself.”

Sini came to a stop as they reached the fork in the path that lead to the secluded courtyard, lifting her hand to touch his shoulder so he turned to look at her for a moment. “Go well, Nyx, and return safely.” She waited until he turned away again before spreading her wings and leaping skyward.

She reached her own destination shortly, and a whistle with a touch of magic brought a kestrel to her arm a minute later. “You know what to do,” she murmured to him, weaving a simple spell so she could see through his eyes and direct him with a nudge of thought. “You have my thanks. Now go!” With a mighty downward stroke of his wings, the raptor took off and winged away, heading for the mortal realm. Her scout would fly as a normal bird, hunting close enough to the standing stones to see her lord's signal, should it come, but far enough not to attract suspicion. Sini settled in to watch and wait.