What if I lived? ✔️

Sisters

The next day I slept in. Cassian and I stayed up hours talking about everything and nothing. From the war to what we had eaten for breakfast. It was much more fun than I thought, the drama before almost forgotten, until he had asked me if I really thought they should've looked for me.

Thankfully he fell asleep before I could so much as think about my answer. Still, the question plagued me for hours, because none of them were responsible for what happened, but the question still gnawed at me. The answer was probably that they either didn't want to rip open old wounds or just never heard about the rumors. Just because the Night Court was powerful didn't mean they had spies everywhere. So they had more than one good reason to let sleeping dogs lie.

Also a very petty thought, demanding that they spent their resources to scour the whole world for a girl they believed to be dead.

Sometime in the morning Cassian's mate burst into the room and dragged the male away, but I just turned around and kept on sleeping. I didn't even know that I could do that.

By noon Mor snuck into my bed with coffee and croissants. I could've kissed her, if Falballa hadn't been right behind her with eggs and bacon, I actually tried to kiss the latter. But Mor literally kicked me out of the bed, so plan thwarted. We stay there, in the bed of course, for a good hour until I threw both of them out to finally dress, I wanted to see those Art-classes. The two females brought me as far as the studio and then sauntered off into the sunset, holding hands. Falballa was so different from what I'd imagined Mor's mate to be. Quiet, but still very assertive, just not with words. She spoke with her actions. I'd always imagined Mor with someone like Azriel, silent as a grave, secretive, broody. Falballa was goofy, sweet, anything but secretive and she obviously adored her mate. But I could see why they fit together, Falballa could keep up with Mor's sheer endless monologues, as well as her quirky, energetic nature.

Finally, I got up the nerve to open the wooden door. The studio was beautiful, the walls displayed paintings, in varying styles, made by various age groups. Some of them grueling, a snarling wolf hunched over a body for example, other's downright cute with little bunnies hopping on a wide field. Between the drawings was a mesmerizing piece of tapestry, as black as the night. The longer I stared at it the more it seemed to draw me in until I became dizzy. Ten stools stood stapled on top of each other at the back wall where a door seemed to lead into a colorful back room.

"Hello?" a brown-haired, green-skinned, half-Fae greeted me, entering through said door.

"You are not Feyre" she frowned, so I added, "Sorry, not how I meant that to come out. Hi, I'm Addy, Feyre's sister-in-law."

I held out my hand which she took with a firm grip: "Ressina. I wasn't aware that Rhysand had any siblings."

"Seeing that as he thought I died, that isn't much of a surprise" I smile, "Is the High Lady here? I was hoping she could give me a lesson."

"I'm here, I'm here" Feyre called, hurrying out of the room, blue paint splattered across her face.

Ressina smiled, excusing herself: "Well, then I'll leave you two. That painting in the back won't finish itself and inspiration is hard to come by."

"Yes yes, don't let us keep you" Feyre made a gesture for emphasis, turning back to me she added, "The formal lesson's ended half an hour ago-"

"Oh, uhm, I'm sorry, I was lazy today" I scratched the back of my head.

"No, it's alright. It's nice to see that you're finally settling in a bit. If you want, I can just give you a private lesson, seeing as I don't have much else to do right now anyway."

"Weren't you painting just a minute ago? I really don't want to impose."

She rolled her eyes: "Wait here, I'll get you a canvas and then we'll start."