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Courts of Prythian + Vincent van Gogh

“Had I not immediately spied Nesta curled in an armchair, a book on her knees, looking—for once—very un-Nesta-like. Casual. Perhaps relaxed.”

The Seven Courts of Prythian (6/7)- The Day Court 

 night || spring || winter || dawn || summer

Prythian Courts:  → A U T U M N   C O U R T

The Autumn Court is one of the seven courts of Prythian, and a Seasonal Court. It is known to be beautiful, cutthroat, and highly competitive, a court of foxes. The woods of the Autumn Court look like a jewelry box, a latticework of red and gold and brown and green, the colors so vivid that it’s hard not to gawk and gape.

Surrounding the forests of the Autumn Court are farmlands and fields, inhabited by the lesser Fae who work the land. It is a land of fertile valleys and jade streams that end in steep foothills that leaped into gray, snowcapped mountains that marked the start of the shared range with the Winter Court.

Prythian Courts:  → D A Y   C O U R T

The Day Court is one of the seven courts of Prythian, one of the three solar courts. This court was one of the three courts along with the Winter Court and the Summer Court to rebel against Amarantha’s control over Prythian.

The Day Court had a thousand libraries that were personally looted by Amarantha, and has been responsible for archiving Prythian’s knowledge of magic for centuries.

Prythian Courts:  → S P R I N G   C O U R T

The Spring Court is one of the seven courts of Prythian and one of the four seasonal courts. The High Lord of this court is Tamlin gifted with great strength and the magic to change his shape and the shape of others.

The Spring Court is a land of rolling green hills and lush forests and clear, bottomless lakes. The personal residence of the High Lord of the Spring Court is a magnificent manor sprawled across a rolling green land. It was veiled in roses and ivy, with patios and balconies and staircases sprouting from its alabaster sides. The grounds were encased by woods but stretched so far that one can barely see the distant line of the forest.

The personal residence of the High Lord of Dawn is a mountain palace in the clouds, made from what can only be described as sunstone, a near-opalescent golden stone that seemed to hold the gleaming of a thousand sunrises within it. Steps and balconies and archways and verandas and bridges linked the towers and gilded domes of the palace, periwinkle morning glories climbing the pillars and neatly cut blocks of stone to drink in the gilded mists wafting by.  

The verdant countryside rippling away far below, speckled with red-roofed little villages and broad, sparkling river. A lush eternal countryside, rich with the weight of summer upon it.