Aether is the Guardian of the Night Court, sworn to protect her High Lord and the court she loves deeply. A role created by the Mother herself, she is soul tied to her High Lord Rhysand and must carry out the responsibilities given to her by her tit...
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462 Years Before the Events of ACOTAR
TODAY IS MY30th birthday and considering the lives of the fae, I am still very young. Currently I am home alone, but I am getting ready to leave in a few minutes to meet my family at Sevenda's Restaurant for food and later stop by Rita's for a drink. I changed out of my sleepwear that I had spent all day lounging around in and put on a loose, black long-sleeved crop top covered with gold embellishments and a set of matching pants, all made by my mother of course. After throwing my long, white hair in a high ponytail, I slipped on a pair of black flats and was ready to go to the restaurant.
Being half Illyrian with wings that could appear and disappear on a whim was a great asset. I didn't have to deal with having to get custom furniture or clothes to accommodate wings like my poor mother, but could get to places much faster because I could simply fly there. By no means was I as fast as my mother who has had her whole life to strengthen her wing muscles, but I was still faster flying than walking. Being on the outskirts on Velaris, it was only about a ten-minute flight where I gracefully landed in front of Sevenda's and let my wings disappear. As I walked in, I saw my family had already entered the restaurant and got us a table in the already very small building. Relishing the smell of freshly baked bread and spices, I walked over to the table and took a seat between my mother and Weylin, who was enthusiastically describing to Dane the plot of a book he recently read.
My family all quickly and happily took notice of my appearance and said happy birthday. My mother released my father's hand she was holding and gave me a side hug from her seat.
"My little girl is growing up! I remember like it was just yesterday when I took you for your first flying lessons," she said, wiping a single tear from her face.
In typical brother fashion, Dane quipped, "Yeah and remember when she flew right into the tree and knocked off that poor squirrel?" My brothers began to laugh. "Or the time she fell into the Sidra when she bet me I couldn't fly longer than her?" said Caelestis. This memory caused all three of them to laugh so hard they began to clutch their sides for relief. Mother playfully smacked Weylin's hand who happened to be the closest to her, but it was easy to see both her and father were holding back their laughter as well.
As I recalled the memories, it certainly was now funny as I chuckled with them. "Well, I wouldn't call you guys flying experts, either. I also remember the three of you looking like battered chickens trying to get off the ground," I said smoothly, also remembering watching their first flight lessons. To say any of you were naturals at flying would be a lie, but through a lot of practice and guidance from your Illyrian mother, you all learned.
After the laughing had died down, a waiter came over asking for our orders and promptly took them back to the kitchen. For the next twenty minutes, we talked about random things in our life like the weather, how mother's business was going, father scolding Weylin for getting in a lick of trouble, and having playful banter and jabs like always. This was a scene like any other night with our family, full of conversation and life. Our food came out, and our senses flooded with the delicious smells. The food at Sevenda's was always rich and savory, and I never left with an empty stomach. We savored every bite, and my father paid for the meal.
