Ending my little hiatus with a wholesome, totally abstract description of each of the types :^)
ENTP: They’re like the breeze of the autumn seasons – always moving along, never hesitating to take anyone willing with them. Those who fail to keep up, fail to understand, they’re all left behind for the autumn breeze has no tolerance for the weak minded.
ENTJ: They are the active volcanoes that we deeply fear. Their sparks, creativity, and glow draws people toward them. At a distance, watching them at their peak is nothing but amazing. However, if you get too close, you might get burnt by their heated passion.
ENFP: They’re like the sunlight in the winter. You seek the warmth of the rays in the freezing temperatures and it feels like you’ve finally felt at peace again when you’re in the sunlight at just the right spot. The world is cold, my friends. Keep an ENFP with you.
ENFJ: Confident that their time will never end sooner than old age, their motivation and energy is like a rushing river. Roaring in the distance, they are irresistible. Whispering after a hard day’s of work, they are calming. However, if stopped, it’s truly a disaster.
ESTP: They’d be the forever travelling clouds, all spread out across the sky. When in doubt, look at the clouds for a hint, a signal. Because no matter when and where, the clouds will always be ahead of you.
ESTJ: They are the old evergreen trees, dedicated to keeping their colour all their life. No matter what time of year it is, the seasons will always see the standing. You can always rely on them to remain graceful.
ESFP: They’d be the fields of wild flowers, filling the horizons with red, blue, and gold. With the winds, they dance endlessly, mesmerising whoever happened to be there. They are variety – always with something beautiful to show.
ESFJ: The seasons treat the leaves harshly, with heavy downpours and burning rays. No matter what, as long as it’s their time, they will always be there to provide shade and shelter. An ESFJ will always be there to save you, even in the most subtle ways.
INTP: They’re like the clear, midnight sky: reserved, tempting, and untouchable. If each star could represent each question and wonder, each planet would represent an answer. The cycle is simply that, and you’ll die waiting for the end.
INFP: They are the seaside at sunset, the moment everyone stays for. They are sweetness, romance, calmness, but also the balance between day and night. They are the ones whose each word is like harmony, bonding people together with beauty.
INTJ: They’d be the glaciers across the seas and arctic. At first cold and aloof, but once you change your view, they create such wonderful scenes. When they find their purpose, they’ll put their entire being into it, even if it pains them in the process.
INFJ: Springtime showers. Their mind will never stop growing, but in the most wondrous way. Gazing into the field of flowers ready to bloom gives off a feeling of delight, however, ‘you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain’.
ISTP: They’re like the natural fires caused by lightning. Independent and slow to surprise, yet once they’ve got something, they’ll make sure everyone’s aware because not even they know exactly what they can do.
ISFP: They are the auroras, waves of indefinite colours soaring throughout the sky. Not everyone has the chance to see their potential, but they will not disappoint. Life’s not complete until you’ve witnessed their unbounded imagination.
ISTJ: They’d be the hollow caves that are full of mystery and thrill. They remain independent, but provide for those brave enough to ask and reward with treasures hidden within them. They’ve endured years of the world – and they will live more.
ISFJ: They’re like the clear springs you’d find out in the middle of nowhere where you’d least expect it. They are the comforter, the provider, and the mother. Without the springs, there’d be chaos in a world meant for order.
So.. the first part of ACOWAR carries the title “Princess of Carrion” (I know, nice title…).
Tbh the first thought/word that came to my mind was “Igitt! (eng. translation: Yuck!)”. My second thought was “Okay, Feyre what will you do to earn such a title?”
And you know what, Feyre was already once called Princess of Carrion from no one other than the Book of Breathings. Right before she put both of the book halves together in Hybern.
“Yes, you see now, princess of carrion- you see what you must do…” (Chapter 62, ACOMAF)
The book also called her, shortly before, sweet-tongued liar and lady of many faces.
I actually could be the case that the book can somehow predict the future (I mean it’s a very mighty spell book that can talk, so why not *shrugs*) and therefore she will earn this title in ACOWAR. The title is probably also connected to the two other titles, sweet-tongued liar & lady of many faces, and refers to the role that she will now have to play as a spy in the spring court.
It’s clear that she will not only play the saved damsel in the spring court but also a person, a weapon, who is willing to cooperate with the King of Hybern to take down the Wall and the Night Court. And that means that she also has to do something that is in favour of the King of Hyberns will.
Carrion probably refers to the death that she might cause, the destruction and suffering. That what might be left after the war.