Sprites

Though similar to Golden Fae, sprites are much smaller, usually the size of a human child, though often smaller…

… their wings are also a lot smaller, often no more than vestigial reminders of what they once were, millenia ago… they can still fly, but not very high, and not very far…

… they often have stunning, golden eyes…

… and while sprites are incredibly beautiful, humans can look at their beauty without losing their minds…

… but they are just as inscrutable to the human mind as their grander relatives are, and often mischievous, playing strange games, the rules to which are beyond human ken, so, once again, as with human-golden interactions, human-sprite interactions generally end badly for humans…

… and sprites don’t spend a lot of time worrying about these things, there’s too much fun to be had everywhere they look.

Another Realm

While Woodland Fae are hibernating, they are actually existing in another realm…

… this is the realm where they are one with everything that is the substance of their environment…

… they are part of the forest light, part of the woodland pool…

… they are home.

Transformations

We have been working the transformative concept of Faerie hibernation…

… the idea of little woodland Fae physically melding with their environment as they sleep away the Winter…

… while they exist in this state, the Fae themselves are in an alternate reality… they are living in their dreams…

… the forest they serve has reclaimed the magical stuff that their beautiful little bodies are made of…

… not only do they never age, in this state, they regenerate… when they awake in the Spring, they are actually brand new… ageless souls reborn into a perfect, rebuilt body.

Sleepy Fae

As Autumn fades into Winter, the woodland Fae find themselves a cosy burrow…

… they are giggling, joyous creatures of Spring and Summer, and prefer to sleep the Winter months away…

… woodland Fae are not just ‘from’ the woods, they are ‘of’ the woods…

… as they sleep, the boundary between them and nature dissolves…

… they become part of their winter nests…

… sweet, sleeping creatures of the deep woods, dreaming of Summer butterflies and warm breezes.