The Fey Courts

A wild and mystical plane of existence that exists as a mirror to Rinthara; it's filled with lush jungles, endless rolling hills, magical creatures under every stone and tree, and most importantly: the Fae. Hundreds of different species of creatures exist here; all manners of half-man half-beasts, flora and fauna with seemingly minds and wills of their own. Magic runs thick in the air like sweet honey on the lips, and a brilliant green sun which never sets shining down upon everything and everyone.
Portals to The Fey Courts are few and far between, their locations closely guarded secrets amongst friends to the Fae. Those that know of their locations know better than to stay too long within the wilds, as the intoxicating scent of the courts could break even the strongest of wills. Thousands of tales have been woven over the ages of strong-willed people wishing to enter The Fey Courts and conquer, only to end up dancing amidst the Fae in their fervent revels until naught remained of them but bloody stumps for feet and a manic, happy smile on their faces.
The plane itself, in ages past, was split into separate courts to prevent the Fae from quarreling amidst each other. Over time, their existence created seasons upon Rinthara, their emotions and their dance exemplified by the proximity to other like-minded Fae.

The passionate and the lovers created the Summer Court, impulsive in their desires and euphoric in their revels. Their dances and their feasts created the Summer, hot as their passion and commitment to the dance.
The hopeful and the curious created the Spring Court, thoughtful in their understanding and happy with their growth. Their thirst for knowledge and their desire to learn from each others' experiences created the Spring, calm and contemplative in prelude to the dance.
The solemn and the cruel created the Winter Court, trickery in their blood and sadistic in their vices. Their quiet resolve to bring everyone down to where they belonged created the Winters, harsh yet equal to all who enter it.
The gentle and the kind created the Autumn Court, accepting in their place within the circle of life. Their understanding of their place within death and rebirth created the Autumns, beautiful yet ready to fade away if it meant the birth of new, fresh leaves.

And finally, one more court to rule them, to guide them, and to protect them: not from other threats but from each other. The High Court, presided over by a new god-like Queen of the Fae, set within to bring judgement to the wicked and glory to the just. All the Fae within The Fey Courts ally themselves with a particular court, lest they become a Unavi, a Fae without a home. All of the creatures within The Fey Courts understand the necessity of the courts, and coexist within their boundaries. Woe betide those who would oppose the might of the courts, or those who acquire the ire of a very bored Fae on Rinthara. You may just find yourself dancing, dancing, dancing. Dancing, into oblivion.