F'illub'iter had a big day ahead of themself, every 25 years and 2 months and 5 days, the Faerie King would appoint a number of faeries to leave The Lands Between and Beyond in exile to record the world as is before the coming of the next cataclysm. For 2 years they would not be allowed to come back, and for those 2 years their safety would not be guaranteed by the opulent palaces, or the lush landscapes of The Lands. The royal letter that would inform the fateful candidates of this arrived 2 years ago at F'illub'iter's address.
Out of the training necessary for the journey they had to memorise the history of The Lands to better be able to record the difference between Fae and Other. Sure Fae society had it's problems, but to F'illub'iter it was loads better than the Other's way of life. Having a rug in your hall was seen by most humans as a sign of wealth, F'illub'iter would not dare stand on a non-carpeted floor.
Situated in the middle of their bedroom, standing on a cosy shaggy rug, F'illub'iter remembered how life had changed for them and definitely for many other Faerie each time the appointments for exile were made. Their room was spacious, a double bed filled with as many pillows as one could muster, and coloured in reds and whites. The floor was black marble, and the walls shaped the room like an archway, and extended pillars made of the same material into the ceiling, which itself was adorned with a pattern that resembled a nebula that fit the royal guidelines for stars. The room had a big wooden door that connected to the rest of the palace, and directly opposite to it, a large arch that opened to a white balcony.
Many other kin always complain loudly after each appointment, believing life is all sunshine for those that the king shows, in their words, favouritism for. All of the candidates would see different kin-cliques shun or ostracize candidates, grudges forgotten from past life sprung forth, Ba'alders and Etha'gwins conflicts being the most well known. While each clique would differ from the last, they would all attempt to subvert each other simply because they could not have it all. Every fae knew well about jealousy.
F'illub'iter finished donning on the lavish robes their family prepared for them. A dress compromised out of many thin veils, in beautifully vibrant oranges and yellows now rested atop their thin and spindly frame. Their thin body, served to support the aesthetic of the dress, which had to give way at the back for 4 insect-like wings. At the back there were 2 ruby-like red tendrils of thicker silk, falling and touching the engraved black marble floor.
That would not do for a meeting with his highness.
F'illub'iter's eyes opened wider, their head was disproportionate to the rest of the body, being bigger, and their eyes even more so. They pushed a bothersome lock of hair out of the way, behind their ears. Their hair was tied into many blonde braided locks, leaving it in a manner that kept it low maintenance. The glitter in their eyes begun to sparkle as they gazed into the tendrils. Normally, only at close inspection you'd notice F'illub'iter's pupils being stars covering all of their eye, but now it was difficult to miss as they adjusted to enable their Sprite-Sight to come forth. With it they could look deeper than any other sight would allow, they could see not just the robe's tendrils, but observe their nature. A being or object's nature were laid bare, because of that F'illub'iter like all other Fae, believed the other lesser species like the humans or the dwarves, could never understand the world around them, no matter how long they spent writing their natural philosophies books.
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Something's nature, or essence, varied as wildly as did living things, as that was what defined the difference between an orange and a chicken. It was compromised out of a large multitude of strands interwoven to shape a ball. Each strand was a definition or an instruction, that would define how something manifested, and how it interacted, everything from its material, to personality traits, because of this a Fae using their Sprite-Sight could reach and pull, twist, or another sleight of hand to manipulate it permanently. If you pull at one strand, another would move to accommodate, because of this each action could have unforeseen side-effects. A rabbit whose ferocity was increased could lose all of it's self-preservation instincts, and the results could be worse as the nature you're manipulating is more complicated or stubborn. You might break something, and those consequences would always be violent or catastrophic.
F'illub'iter pulled and increased the cloth's rigidity, then slowed it down. This in theory should have made it so that it stayed afloat, and kept it's shape. With what they knew, they figured that this probably made it more brittle, and it would have reduced it's strength, but it would not matter if the aesthetics were on point.
After rearranging it a bit, the tendrils trailed behind.
Their wings started flapping, and soon enough they were off. Flying through the balcony, and leaving the towering, white palace behind, they started journeying towards the capital. The wind rushed through their ears, and cold air cut through their cheeks, they squinted their eyes a little, the clouds were tiny and disparate, revealing an empty, light blue sky. The Lands were the only place where anyone could claim summer would never end, no matter what trouble or disaster would come.
Long journeys got F'illub'iter's brain thinking about the distant and not-so-distant past.
Seasons were important. They represented the health of the nature within a Fae, and so maintaining summer in their lands, would nurture one's own personal Summer and stave off Winter, a time when a Fae lacks any essences that weren't them, and so becomes a husk of what they could be.
Soon enough over the horizon, soaring towers started appearing. Each tower was built in a pattern, based on the constellation of the Oxen Cart, to help replenish the prosperity of the city. Soon after the first few towers, by far the biggest palace of the land, the building occupying 6km squared of space, the garden extending it a further 4. It was good that it was hard to miss, F'illub'iter could not bear being late due to getting lost in the metropolis of the capital trying to locate the palace. After that, the only other building allowed to be near the same size, the Grand Library. Still under construction, the building lacked any other description than a gigantic block. It contained manuscripts and original copies of as many valuable works as the librarians could get they're hands on, be it Kin or Other. F'illub'iter made a mental note to bring as many treasures as their hands could carry once the 2 years were over.