The trek through the neutral forest was calm, quiet. The soft chirping of the birds as they played in the air, their wings extended, streams of rainbows blinking on the ground around us through the leaves of the trees as the sun hit different angles on their feathers. I noticed, once we got to the clearing and started to walk through the other side of the neutral forest towards the Unseelie court, that the wind was stronger now. The closer we got to the dark forest, the colder it got as well. I was used to the cold, even though for the past half year I’ve stayed mostly in the warmth of the Seelie court, but before that, I was born in winter, after all. The Snow had always been my favorite thing, and my parents loved it, because they knew when it snowed I’d actually leave the house, the com
