Teapot

“Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.”
~William Wordsworth



“Rejoice! Rejoice! We have no choice!”
~Crosby, Stills, Nash


There must come a time, no matter how long it may seem to be coming, when the ice and snow of Winter finally recede.
When the frozen tyrant finally releases his grasp on the world, and when brown turns to green. It is then when the long
nights finally turn to day, when folk can stop huddling together for warmth, when going outdoors can be a pleasure instead
of a dangerous task. It is then when it is Spring.

With the changing of the seasons comes a changing of the associated Fae Court. This is a simple fact. And as the Winter
changes to Spring the Court of the Midnight King is replaced by something...else. It’s hard to say better. It is brighter,
yes. It is certainly much more lively. One might even go so far as to say it is pleasant...from a distance. The Spring Court
is like watching a firework show. From a distance it is very pretty, full of colors and sound, but you probably wouldn’t want
to stand to close. Gaiety is the law of the Court. Dancing is an acceptable mode of transportation and the fashion is a
bright as possible. Food and drink are always at the ready, more perhaps than is really necessary. Or wise. The whole thing
is a sort of barely contained chaos threatening to spill out at any moment. Despite the obvious pleasures to be found here,
mortals are warned to stay away if they have any lick of sense. Those that venture into the realms of the Spring Court rarely return and
if they do they come back strange. No mortal pleasure can compare to what they’ve seen, and morality is merely a suggestion.

But enough exposition. The star of the show still needs to take center stage. For Spring spreads slowly, chasing the chill
of Winter from the lands. And so too must the Spring Court work to make its dominance known. To this end the Court employs
Heralds, fair folk whose job it is to go out and make it known that they end of Winter has come. How they go about doing
this, of course, is entirely up to them. One such Herald is Teapot (A very traditional name), the puca. What is a puca?
Well that’s a very good question. A puca is...well it’s certainly something. It’s a shapeshifter, and Teapot rather relishes
this ability. They very rarely stick to one form, preferring to blend shapes into an amalgamation of sorts. Usually this
looks something like a mix of a rabbit, goat, and human, but forms vary with mood. Teapot’s job is to go forth and spread
the joy of Spring, be it for others or for themselves. Change is big with pucas and so the manner with which Teapot heralds
Spring is seldom the same from area to area. They are unpredictable in the extreme. A danger yes, but often one that’s worth
the risks.