Provenents are the Pillars of Creation in a Fey-Bloomed World

Before the Fey-Bloom, humanity lived at the behest of the Provenents - those Pillars upon which the world is worked. It was not a relationship between men and gods or men and rulers; the Provenents do not trade, barter, accept worship or sacrifice, make requests or enforce demands. They flow, they appear, and humanity works off the leftover fruit of their operation. 

Zifeng Ye
A Fast built in an area where a Provenent holds influence.

These are not World Spirits; these are not Elementals. Provenents may have created the world or they may have been created by it. They may be immortal or they may obey a life cycle that denies anything else the human mind could imagine. Provenents Bloom not; the Fey can neither control nor destroy them. There is a response to the Bloom, though, seen in how a Provenent's area of influence shrinks, expands, or otherwise morphs. There is not enough gathered knowledge yet to create any rhyme or reason for what this means.

Of these Provenents are we aware and more in places I do not know.

Provenent of the Waterfall, that capricious woman whose hands sweep away all manners of landmark; whose flood-feet flood towns in a way not so different from how a fish flops out of water or how trees shake in the wind. If she bleeds she bleeds over mountains, through the carvings of valleys and into the ravines where she pools in rest for a while then floods out again in a erosion of stone and a sexual gifting of forest to land.

Find her in the East, where you seek:

1. A fountain of youth made from one of the Provenent's breasts.
2. Memories lost or forgotten by those who have drowned or who have cast their sins into water.
3. To attract the Provenent's attention to a Fey-Bloomed castle out of hopes of her flooding it.
4. Secret cave-groves hidden by the Provenent's sprawled, sleeping body.

Provenent of the Sunset, they who know that sleeping is dying and is creation and is heat and is cold: whose wings flash out with a million feathers, each feather the color of sherbet or cotton candy or chocolate or blood; who lives where the horizon is open and not closed and where the moon has risen five hand-lengths above the edge of the world whilst the sun sinks half below. Day has ended and morning will come and there is a promise to those Fasts built too far away that night will last forever and a day and something wicked will not fail to come this way.

Find them in the North and the West, where you seek:

1. Burning, bladed feathers that brings an end to curses, Blooms, and schemes.
2. The liquid youth of the moon that inspires madness just as much as it does innovation.
3. A branch burning with the era-ending flame of the sunset.
4. A sanctuary where those soon to die can eternally live unchanging.

Provenent of the Tarpit, this man who in his passiveness has become cruel in a way no others have. There is nothing so stoic in all this world, never moving, never resting, never waking; bubbling and drooping and dripping and sinking and in that sinking pulling into him all those things who seek to find what mysteries may have been lost in the dark or the desolate places where nothing is kind. Fasts swimming in asphalt are reached by no danger . Nothing that Blooms can find its way out of the tar; nothing that has no bones will ever know the destiny that is escape.

Find him in the South, where you seek:

1. The remains of some great creature that has use yet.
2. To lead a predator hunting after you to their demise.
3. A place where even the most powerful of artifacts or tools can be destroyed.
4. A fast where outlaws and destitute do gather.

Provenent of the Rainbow, o' singing child, singing child whose songs are light and not sound and are sung when sitting and sung when dancing both of which happen at once and happen when the storm comes through with chickenscratch lightning and wild bolts mindless in their wroth and winds and gales and tornadoes pregnant with rain and hail that goes a'falling and comes a'blowing. Pristine upon the cliff the child. Never seen save on the curve of the bow and at night there is a twin or perhaps the same child but silver and grey and black and white and here there is tell of evil omens and omens of curses to come.

Find them in the East and the West, where you seek:

1. A prophecy pertaining to dangers to come on your journey.
2. The chance to dance with the Provenent and thus be exorcised of all curses and Blooms.
3. Where great chaos churns and thrives and thus where you can be tested and polished.
4. Liquid golden luck which pools where the Provenent does sing.

Anna Marek
Perhaps the Provenent of the Sunset?