“You, are a very
difficult female to get a hold of.” – The King of Hybern
The moment you realize, the trace when never on Rhys. It had always been on Feyre, specifically tracked to Beron’s kernel of power (Or maybe the trace
was on both of them).
Tamlin would have known she had that power because she
left burned hand prints on the dining table, before she left the spring court.
The Attor found Feyre not Rhys. In a forest outside the
house. She was attempting to light a candle. Not the previous night, when a bed
just appeared in the guest room of her sisters’ manor. Not at the glamour they
used to conceal while the manor was temporarily evacuated. The Attor did not go to the house, he went to
Fire began crackling in her veins when she thought of Mor’s
father. Feyre used Mor’s story as her motivation to go to the Hewn City. They
didn’t find Rhys, they found Feyre’s motivation outside the Court of
Lucien knew of Feyre’s general area within the Illyrian
mountains because she had lit a decent amount of woods on fire, in a glorious
explosion of flame and temper in reaction to the death of Rhys’s Mother and
Sister. Lucien had found Feyre and was able to pinpoint her scent because they
were already in the general area.
After a nice smutty night spent in the dingy Inn, another
day of training with fire, Rhys gets shot out of the sky. They went nowhere
near where they came across Lucien.
The trace was never on Rhys. The trace was always on Feyre.
“But I couldn’t …
couldn’t stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. I still can’t
stay away.” – Rhysand
So I work at a movie theater, a really big one on the richer side of town. We have a special area for people to fill up their own drinks, butter their popcorn, ect. We have an attendant assigned to that area at all times because it gets insanely messy. People are constantly leaving straw wrappers, popcorn kernels, and other pieces of trash all over the ground and counters. I honestly don’t understand what is so hard about simply throwing away trash, especially when we have a multitude of clearly positioned trash cans placed every ten feet or so.
Anyway, one day, I was assigned to be the attendant of the drink station, and as usual it was completely packed with people, most of whom weren’t even bothering to clean up after themselves. While I was attempting to keep it presentable, a woman came up to ask me a question. This was a while ago, so I don’t even remember what she was asking me, but while she talked, she was unwrapping a straw. While looking me straight in the eye, she extended her arm all of the way out and dropped her straw wrapper on the floor. Then, she stood there and stared at me until I swept it up.
Now, I’ve met a lot of entitled people at work, and I’ve cleaned up a lot worse, but no one has ever been so blatant before or since. This is a question I’ve asked many times, but why do some people get off on making other people feel below them? What could have possibly happened to them to make them crave the feeling of superiority? It’s a sad thing, to be compelled to step on others in order to feel better about oneself. I still think about that lady sometimes, and I feel really bad for her. I hope that someday she can move on from that.