Faerie

"My full title is Sir Pip, Knight of the Roasted Marshmallow, Defender of the Warm Rock. You may laugh, Giant, but I have laws to uphold. Law Number One: If you are sad, I must sit on your shoulder until you are not. Surrender your gloom or face the consequences!"

— Sir Pip, Self-Proclaimed Captain of the Party

Origins: The High Bloom

• The Spontaneous Generation: In Cruinlagh, wherever magic pools in high concentration and intersects with blooming flora, a Faerie is born. They pop out of opening buds (roses, thistles, foxgloves) fully formed and usually laughing.
  
• The Flower-Bond: A Faerie often retains the traits of their "Mother Flower." A Rose Faerie might be beautiful but sharp-tongued (thorny), while a Dandelion Faerie might be flighty and drift with the wind.
  
• The Need for Heat: Because they are essentially tiny magical plants, they run on photosynthesis and warmth. Faeries are heat-seekers. They congregate around hot springs, hearth fires, and inside the hoods of warm cloaks.

Cultural Values: The Serious Business of Fun

• The Courts of Play: Faeries love hierarchy, titles, and rules, but the rules are nonsensical to outsiders. They organize themselves into elaborate "Courts" (The Court of Dew, The Court of the Left Shoe) with Kings, Queens, Knights, and Jesters.
  
• Pranks as Law: Their pranks are the same as any other social transaction. If a Faerie ties your shoelaces together, it is likely because you violated a social norm (like frowning too much). Taking a prank with grace is how you earn their respect. Getting angry is a sign of weakness.
• The Pursuit of Comfort: A Faerie’s primary motivation is often Hygge (coziness). They want soft moss, warm light, and sweet nectar. A happy Faerie is a warm Faerie.