Likutei Moharan

Inside the bedside table drawer in each of the rooms is a small book labeled 'Likutei Moharan.' The front half is written in the strange language of Sylvan, then again in Old Elvish (Undercommon) in the back half. In it our several tales of a being known as 'Akemi.'

Akemi arrived in the court of winter, and was greeted and brought to kneel before the Sidhe of the court. The dryad's ballad came to a close, and so proceedings began. As is custom of diplomats, Akemi cut her wrist and bled into the cracks of the floor of the Sidhe's chamber, putting her life essence into the chamber most upholding of beauty in all of the winter court. After this, she spoke. "Your loveliness, I bring tidings from the summer court. I see you have fared as well as you are fair."

The Sidhe spoke back, 'Your tidings are not ignored. Yet we have business. What say the summer court regarding our charges. Those beings wreathed in flame, who belong to house spicy, formally members of house sour. We have deemed them ugly, and as such grounds for movement against the court of summer."

Akemi pulled back her long hair, flowing down to the backs of her knees, and spoke. "The court of summer does not protest your claims, though I must. House spicy is full of beautiful beings, their flames adding to it." With this, Akemi took to the chamber's edge, taking up one of the decorative candles and setting her hair in flames. As they burned, her beauty awed the court, and in that moment she rose to a higher level of being, becoming herself a Sidhe. She spoke, "If this can not sway you, I will take them into my own, and my court will be the lesser of summer, but the bridge between you and them. We shall be court spring, and I will be the archfey over them."

This ends the first of many tales regarding Akemi, archfey of the court of spring and Sidhe over house spicy, house sweet, and house savory.