"...and there were so many horses... Winged horses,"
Elain's deep brown eyes held a certain light in her eyes, a genuine one. Feyre forgot when she last saw those eyes on her sister. It was definitely before she became fae, before she acquired those pointed ears from the cauldron itself as well as the power it gave to her. Elain's seering abilities have been quiet since the war against Hybern, despite how much she tried. Feyre could only ask only a few times before she would make Elain disappointed in herself.
Until last night when Feyre left Nyx with Elain in the townhouse, she believes she saw a vision of the future. She came here dressed in a lavender gown with it's bodice fitted tight, her thick hair pinned back whilst she talked about what she saw. Feyre was just happy to see Elain's beautiful brown eyes sparkle once again, she sat down the glass of wine by the table as she asked,
"Like the ones the Valkeryes once rode?"
Elain's deep brown eyes twinkled, her smile broadened, "Yes!"
Feyre smiled and glanced at Rhysand, but Rhysand didn't seem to match Feyre's happiness. He lowered his gaze, as he got up to refill his glass of wine, while his back was to them he said,
"I'm sorry to say I never heard of a ... Dusk Court?"
Elain lowered her gaze, "I know it sounds absurd..."
"It's not absurd Elain," Feyre said as she held sleeping Nyx in her arms,
"Of course it's not absurd it's a bit unreal. Don't get me wrong it sounds beautiful, but are you sure it was a vision and not a... dream?" Rhys asked as he came back, Feyre shot him a side glare and Rhys almost choked in his wine,
Elain blinked and sat silently for a second, she looked between Rhys and Feyre and smiled in the most beautiful way possible as she does, Feyre's heart went soft for a moment.
"You're right, it could've been a dream," she released a breathless laugh as she stood leaning towards Feyre , she caressed Nyx cheek,
"I'll leave you guys alone then,"
"Are you not going to stay for dinner?" Feyre asked as she hurriedly stood making an attempt to,
"No, there are some tulips I'm growing in the garden, and some weeds made their way through," she let out a soft chuckle, "I better get to them before the petals start falling off,"
She closed the door behind her, Feyre gazed at Nyx once again. His peaceful breathing as he clung to her arms,
"Rhys,"
"Before you say anything, I don't think I said anything wrong,"
Feyre's eyebrows furrowed, "I wasn't going to say that,"
"Oh," Rhys put on a smirk, "Then yes, my darling? I'm all ears,"
"Do you not think Elain had a vision?"
"If she had a vision I would be the happiest, we really need a seer in moments like this," Rhys said with rueful smile, Feyre felt a tug of sorrow.
"Did Drakon and Maryam send you another letter?" she asked. Drakon and Maryam started to send letters to us not too long ago, telling us what is happening to them... something dark.
"Yes... The cauldron... It's doing something. They're not sure what or how but they've been having dreams... No, nightmares."
Feyre stayed quiet for a brief moment as she held Nyx in her arms.
"If Elain's powers came back... I truly think it would've been been about the cauldron rather then a new Court," Rhys said,
"A court of Dusk does make sense..." Feyre made her way to the crib that was placed in their living room made of dark oak, its cushions soft as she placed Nyx down, "There is the Day Court, a Night Court, and a Dawn court, so why not Dusk?"
Rhys let out a sigh, he gazed at his glass of wine,
"Prythian has always been four seasonal courts, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter; and three solar courts, Day, Dawn and Night."
He sat down the glass of wine and joined Feyre by the crib, gazing with the same awe and beauty the two would never get tired of, he held Feyre's shoulders and Feyre rested her head against his.
"I have been alive for over five hundred years, my father was alive for more then that. A Dusk court never existed."
"You're right," Feyre said, she then leaned down and kissed Nyx in the forehead, "but there's also never been High Lady before has it?"
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A Court of Golden Shadows
Fantasy"I woke up in a field of flowers once again. The petals of the colour of violet, lilac, rose. As the sun descended, the sky changed its colours. I watched as a smears of violet painted in the pink sky. Where warriors flew in their winged horses...
