Fae Folk that lives in southern England
Sirens and Mermaids: sometimes when you’re at the ocean, you’ll hear a beautiful melody. Don’t try to find where it comes from. The teenagers playing it? Just mermaids exploring the land. Leave them alone, they don’t want to be bothered, it’s their vacation from sea and human ships. If it comes from the ocean? Do not follow it under any circumstance, you’ll suddenly find yourself out in the open ocean and drown without anyone knowing. (We went to the beach, the teenagers ~18-20 playing music and singing were wet, even though they had dry clothes on and I saw scales glistening in the sun along their necks and fingers)
Wood spirits: the trees are alive here in more than the common sense. Most of them are friendly, they’ll tell you when you get lost in the woods, or any area that has quite a few trees. But you have to be respectful to them; don’t break off twigs or branches or leaves, only take the ones on the floor. If you really have to break something off, ask for permission, the spirits will show you what you’re allowed to break off. (When I went to see a friend, I got lost and walked a street that was surrounded by woods. The trees whispered me the right way and showed me where to turn with flowers.)
Faeries: they live in between the flowers; don’t pick wild flowers - that’s their home and they really don’t like it being destroyed by insensible humans. You are however welcome to take a picture; they like showing off and being appreciated. You’re welcome to step into faery-circles, they like newcomers in their parties and it’s neutral ground, so no harm can come to you. Watch out though, if it looks like there is a passage in the flowers or the trees but no path, it is a passage. Do not walk through it, you won’t be able to cross back into our world. (I photographed a flower on the way to my friend’s place - it was the reason I got lost - and I wanted to pluck it. Something held me back.)
Ghosts: this is an old country and this coast has seen it’s fair share of dead bodies washing onto the shore and wars being carried to it’s front door. Pay the spirits your respect, even after death they are watching out for us, their grandchildren. They are old school and really care about being respected. They get angry when they’re not. And always listen to their stories. They have much to tell and you can learn from their stories. (Often, when I pass an old building - even my school’s main building - I can feel that there are lots of stories to be told by Ghosts who chose these buildings as their final place of resting. I like to give them a small nod to show them that - had I the chance - I’d be glad to listen.)
Changelings: When one of your friends seems changed, in whatever way, embrace them. They are not the same person, but you should treat them as such. Just know that they are dancing with the faeries now. (One of my friends came back from christmas break very secluded, some mannerism even changed. They are not the same. I hope they are doing well though.)
to be continued
Rain daemons (or any other type of daemons): Unlike the christian demons, the word daemon refers to faerie-like tricksters that have nothing but mischief in mind, not unlike pixies. Rain daemons in special live in the raindrops and, whenever it rains, they will try and find a way into your bags or pockets to drench everything. No barrier will stop them, they’ll find a way. You can only hinder damage by banishing them with salt like any other spirit with bad intentions. (More often than not, whenever it rains, I find water drops where they shouldn’t be able to have been in the first place, no matter what; such as my pencil case, the bag I put around my sketchbook so the rain couldn’t damage it, etc.)