Embers and Stars

Chapter 3

Feyre sat in her room, poring over the designs she had planned for their new estate. It was mostly done. All that was left were a few finishing touches. It was turning out to be beautiful, mostly thanks to all the help Ressina had provided. She was a really nice co-worker and more than that a good friend.

Feyre stretched her legs and arms on the chair and got up. She had planned on going out to the studio.The time she spent at the art classes was now reduced since they had found more teachers and she was busy designing or helping with the court work, but Feyre still liked to go help whenever she found the time.

The classes had helped lots to recover from their trauma. Some were still coping with it and some just couldn't. Some she had realized, found it easier to simply just talk. To those, she would sit patiently for hours sometimes listening and comforting. She knew they wouldn't be the same but rather different. The war would be marked in each them. It was vital to ensure that they come out as better people and not let the war make a monster of them.

She grabbed her thin, black coat and set outside. The harsh cold had started to turn into a slight chill so she opted to fly instead of walking. The breeze would serve her some practice of fling with illyrian wings in the cold. She could barely tolerate being a second out in the snow with her wings, but this kind of breeze she should be able to manage. She lifted off the ground and one flap was all she could handle before the wind hit her sensitive wings that sent shivers through her. Except she was adamant on her decision. If the guys were able to do it , then she should too. It was unacceptable for her to give up. So she flew all the way to the studio.
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Feyre was barely able to land. She was wrecked. Though, she didn't regret flying up here. It was fun if it weren't for the shivers passing through her right now. Shifting back without the wings, she entered the studio when Rhys's purred through the bond I'm impressed you know
She blushed slightly but shot back I know I'm better than you Illyrian babies
His laughter boomed through their bond, making her toes curl.
Where are you? She asked.
In a meeting. It's boring really, I can't stop thinking about you.
A small smile bloomed on her face but she quickly concealed it lest Ressina start teasing her again.
You can wait till this evening She replied although she reciprocated his feelings.
Azriel and Cassian are coming over he said.
Feyre felt happy at that. What about Mor?
She said she would come tomorrow to visit and be on her way.
She didn't want to show her disappointment at that. She understood why Mor wanted to go but she still wished she would stay.
Amren?
She said she had better things to do than hang out with a bunch of idiots. But I'm sure she'll be here.
How?
I have my ways.

Feyre rolled her eyes. Thought Rhys couldn't see her, she was sure he knew she made the gesture because he sent an image of him sticking his tongue out.
She laughed quietly and said you'll get in trouble if they know your not paying attention.
And just when Rhys was about to make a retort, she shut the bond and smiled to herself.
She walked further into the studio where the painting was being done to find Ressina and Livia- one of the newer faerie teachers that had joined. She assisted the students in sculpting. She gave both of them a small smile and a nod of acknowledgement. A few of the faerie who had been coming since the beginning waved at her and greeted her . She greeted them back. She looked around the studio and set to help a kid when she saw he was having trouble holding his brush. It was just too long and thick to fit in his tiny hands. So she went through the supply of paintbrushes they had - most of them brought in by her and Ressina, while others were donated - to find the right size and it was harder than it should be to find the right size. Finally after five whole minutes of rummaging through all the supplies, she still hadn't found the right one but it was close enough and should work well. She went approached the boy while making a mental note to stock up on more supplies suitable for little kids.