Bizarre specimen of Quartz crystal sliced by thin Calcite layers from Bor Pit, Dal negorsk, Russia. It forms an aesthetic cluster of Quartz with one dominant crystal. It has sharp hexagonal shape and irregular thickness due to tectonic movements.
Bor Pit, Dalnegorsk, Kavalerovo Mining District, Primorskiy Kray, Far-Eastern Region, Russia
The little boy that has Rhysand’s face but Feyre’s personality. He’s always covered in paint for he paints things he loves: his family. Sure he’s strong, power coursing through him, but he’s more than that. He’s dedicated and full of the passion that rages inside of his parents. When he fell in love, it burned so fiercely that there were people who believed it would burn down the sorld
The girl they have sometime after that. She’s said to resemble her mother, due to her coloring, but hers is a face that resembles the aunt she never met: Rhys’ long dead sister. She masks herself with humor to hide that calculating mind. Only a fool would think her older brother is the automatic Night Court heir. They would never betray eachother, for they love eachother unconditionally and are best friends, but they are each aware that the day it’s time to ascend. It could be either of them.
And then the twins born many years later. The darlings of the Night Court. Even in the Hewn City, they are adored. The boy with his mother’s looks and the girl with Rhys’, only their eye colors being switched. They are strength, they are power, but most importantly they are good. It was their birth that began the patch up between the CoD and CoN.
Mor adopted her son after the birth of the first two heirs to the Night Court. She was determined to do it alone, though Azriel and Cassian eventually stepped in one night when the child recounted the horrors his family put him through. Mor cried all night, hugging the Autumn Court boy. He had lived in a harsh court, a court that brutalized her, and yet he was a survivor as well. Her son was fond of his friends, though none as much as the eldest daughter of Nesta and Cassian.
Nesta and Cassian’s daughter was an unstoppable force of nature. With her father’s golden brown skin, her mother’s cold blue eyes, and waist length dark hair, she was a beauty all would grow to worship. But it was not that that people feared her for. She changed the Illyrian ways, forcing the women to train. It was she that made them realize that they were worth more than being fucked and bearing children. She was a living legend. People came to preferring to deal with their High Lord and Cassian than with the daughter of the General.
It was Nesta and Cassian second daughter that pulled hearts. Her beauty was similar to that of her sister’s, but gentle. Her blue eyes lit up at romance, but she wasn’t weak. No, she burned. Burned so much that few could capture her heart. She wanted something all consuming, like the love surrounding the Inner Circle.
By contrast, Azriel’s son was quiet. He didn’t often speak his mind, but when he did, people stopped and listened. He was the carbon copy of his father in looks, though shadows didn’t clothe him. No, light did. His light drove away the shadows in his father’s heart and in the heart’s of others. His kindness burned bright and he was intolerant of people that showed anything but. When he found his mate, nothing stopped him. People still feared his father and the sight of Truth Teller, but they relaxed at the sight of him. What they didn’t know was that he could be worse than his father in terms of temper, but he didn’t let those bad days ruin the good ones.