These intricately designed ear weights were inspired by the myth of Charon. According to ancient Greek myths, Charon is the ferryman who navigates the rivers of the underworld and ferries the souls of the dead across… if they pay the toll of course. We imagine his skiff lit at the bow by a beautiful golden lantern, lighting his way through the dim and damp mist of the Rivers Styx and Acheron.
Our signature floating hand hooks grasp stately 58 gram brass lanterns set with beautiful natural quartz crystals which symbolize its eternal flame.
One will receive with their pair of weights one authentic ancient greek silver obol dating from between 450 BCE - 100 CE. To pay the ferryman, of course.
It’s easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present and their past, but you’d be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often then not, it’s lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.
“Did you know, that one summer, when I was seventeen, Elain bought me some paint? We’d had just enough to spend on extra things, and she bought me and Nesta presents. She didn’t have enough for a full set, but bought me r e d and b l u e and y e l l o w. I used them to the last drop, stretching them as much as I could, and painted little decorations in our cottage… I painted the table, the cabinets, the doorway… And we had this old, black dresser in our room- one drawer for each of us.”
Enough of the Rowan meeting Rhysand AUs for a second (though they are very pleasing)
Imagine Aelin and Feyre meeting.
The High Lady of the Night Court and the fire-breathing bitch queen of Terrasen, in one room.
Aelin sizing Feyre up like she might be some kind of threat to her Rowan, and Feyre raising an eyebrow at Aelin as if saying, “I have the most powerful High Lord in Prythian as my mate. You can have your warrior Fae.”
Aelin and Feyre starting to warm up to each other when Rowan and Rhysand get caught up in their “no-i’m-a-much-better-mate-than-you-alpha male” competition, their eyes meeting and both of them sighing because sometimes their mates can be cute but sometimes they were just exasperating.
Aelin coercing Feyre into helping her prank the males by disappearing into town for a few hours without telling them and watching the explosion of worry and Fae paranoia explode from afar.
Feyre painting and offering Aelin some advice on her tattoos and Aelin taking her out shopping and them binge eating chocolates and start telling each other anecdotes of the ridiculous situations the Fae territorial bullshit has gotten them into (Aelin couldn’t stop laughing when Feyre told her about the time Rhys almost choked Cassian to death because he decided to make inappropriate moaning noises while he and Feyre played cards in her room)
Aelin helping Feyre explore the book world by exchanging titles of the novels Dorian let her borrow and all of the books she read as the King’s Champion.
Aelin playing piano for Feyre because she told her about the time Rhys sent music to her down in her cell Under The Mountain to keep her from breaking.
Aelin and Feyre opening up to each other about the tortures they went through, Aelin talking about Sam and her parents and Arobynn and Endovier and Feyre talking about Tamlin’s betrayal and Under The Mountain.
Both of them looking at each other with tears in their eyes, forming an understanding that neither of them were monsters for the things they did; they were desperate, and that was something both of them knew.
Aelin and Feyre learning to care for each other as much as sisters.
A High Lady and the Queen of Terassen being the most badass tandem of all time.