the morning faery

Journey to Spring (Tamlin)

Tbh I have a love/hate relationship with Tamlin. I loved him for the majority of ACOTAR, and had to force myself to keep loving the brute throughout the first part of ACOMAF. And though I am now irrevocably a Feysand lover, I still have feelings for Tamlin. He’s got some major issues going on, but I find myself really looking forward to his redemption arc. So as I reread the series for the ACOWAR release in May I am paying more attention to Tamlin, his struggles and flaws, and Feyre’s interactions with the High Lord of Spring. Anyway, when I read these lines I was immediately struck with the inspiration for a fic. Imo, this is the perfect spot for one, as this passage eludes to a transpired event we never had the privilege to read about. So without further ado, here is Journey to Spring.

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“He’d planned this entire arrival no doubt—keeping me unconscious so I didn’t know where I was, didn’t know the way home or what other deadly faerie territories might be lurking between me and the wall. I reached for my knife, but found only layers of frayed clothes. The thought of those claws pawing through my cloak to find my knife made my mouth go dry.” (ACOTAR pg. 48)

My mind was a whirling hailstorm as I exited the tight confines of the hovel these humans called a home. A tinge of sympathy swirled momentarily amidst the onslaught of information and emotions I was fighting to sort through. I could almost understand why she had been so desperate as to kill the wolf. Almost.

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CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

With no one to lead them and nothing to fight for, what remained of Hybern’s forces scattered. Some surrendered, but others fled deep into the jungle–likely to be picked off by Drakon’s forces and wild faeries by morning. The Fomorians drew back and lingered at the edges of the battlefield, looking over the ground stained with blood and mourning their fallen brethren, just as the forces of Prythian did the same.

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sanctuaryforascrivener  asked:

Did you do your thesis on a particular Pratchett book, a series, his work in general? The way you described the main argument felt incredibly broad, and I'm wondering if your text was narrow as a result.

I’m still in bed and typing from mobile so excuse any bleary eyed typos ❤

I broke my thesis down into one chapter per series arc for what was then 38 books. This enabled me to cover as many texts as possible while also focusing on concise themes and delving into the mythology behind them whilst tracking the evolution of the myths as the world changes.

So the Witches and Death focus on a very much blood and bone ancient magic mythos, while the Moist Von Lipwig series (and the Watch to a lesser extent) sees the gods take a bit of a step back unless provoked, and instead we see the rise of popular spiritualism that emerged in the 19th century (the intervention of “Angels”. Moist pretending to be possessed and delivering letters to the gods. The belief that people’s souls can live on in the real world through objects like the Clacks etc etc) following the Industrial Revolution in the west. 

So for example, with the Witches my main focus was on the need for every day mundane magic that didn’t seem like magic and to us now looks like quaint ritual or custom. Like scattering lavender over your doorway or through clothes in storage to prevent bad luck, when what it actually does is repel certain types of biting insects likely to cause sickness.

Of course some of the things that were done make absolute sense now that we know the logic behind it and marvel that they managed to figure something so complex like that out—because of course women’s “magic” (aka knowledge) was always considered base and dangerous in comparison to their male counterparts. Even though you were more likely to die at the hands of a doctor than a midwife—a sentiment often echoed when a doctor needs to be called on the Disc and Vimes quips back “Are you mad?! We want them to live!” with the exception of Mossy who wasn’t trained by traditional “western” standards.

It was a good mixture of placebo and actual knowledge at play—like Granny giving someone sugar water to give them a little boost of energy whilst performing a spinal realignment with her knee but knowing it has to look like magic or it won’t work in their head because people want to believe something will make them better.

For instance, many healing potions prior to the 18th-19th century required for the water in use to be boiled with iron in it, iron believed to be a magical metal used to repel evil. Which is why in certain parts of Scotland it’s still common for a newborn baby to have an iron key placed under their pillow even though no one really knows why. It was originally believed it would stop evil faeries from swapping the bairn for a changeling, and you’ll nearly always find an iron horseshoe above the door for similar reasons. Except if you ask anyone they just sort of shrug and say “grandma did it…it’s traditional…”

So what was the importance of boiling iron? Well we now know it helps anemia, you can even buy little iron fish shaped utensils to put into soups and stews where meat is scarce and anemia is a chronic condition. So the purpose of boiling iron and forcing an invalid to drink it might have looked like you were imbuing the water with the properties of iron e.g. strength, resilience and the all important ‘keeps the devil at bay’ magic, when what you were actually doing was treating the anemia which was weakening your patient. And anemia would have been common and sometimes fatal due to food shortages and food regulations put into place by class systems—rare for peasants to eat meat but there was generally always iron about, even just nails and such—clever, yes? To us certainly, but to your commoner it must have looked like magic. Which is a huge part of how Pratchett’s witches operate.

The practice fell out of use when medicine became more formalized, and doctors began taking over things like child birthing without any real understanding of how such things actually worked (like making women lie flat to give birth because it let them use pliers, when nature wants you to either be sitting up or kneeling so gravity can do most of the work) and other more “civilized” things. The irony that they were bleeding people for conditions like anemia will never not provoke horrified laughter from my chronically anemic self.

Incidentally the shift towards modern medicine also ties in with the fall of understanding where some of our traditions came from. Sprites and elves were commonly believed to exist but it wasn’t until the 19th century when they became romanticized in parts of the western world into not only being benign but benevolent creatures, which is something Pratchett goes into heavily in Lords and Ladies, where you see people are initially excited for the Elves, only to realize there was a very good reason great grandma slept with an iron poker under her pillow.

“Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are marvelous. They cause marvels.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.

The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning. No one ever said elves are nice. Elves are bad.”

Elves, pixies and faeries were god damn terrifying for most people. They stole away husbands, they killed women in childbirth, they drowned children in lakes and stole crying babies away in the night. They were the explanation for everything they couldn’t fathom, like deep marshy bogs where a man might fall and never be found, like sepsis or a hemorrhage, like hidden currents in not so deep waters and what we now know to be cot death.

So people did things to counter them, things like “don’t go near that marsh at night or the elves will get you!” and getting a woman in labor to drink water that’s been kept in a bowl made of zinc because zinc is a natural blood thickener and can help prevent bleeding to death.

And of course times change and we don’t need to do these things anymore because we have pills and sterile surgical implements and GPS that lets us know not to walk through the marsh because there’s a foot path five miles that-a-ways so you have this sort of wonderful thing where survival instincts become quaint traditions and the mythos lives on by doing silly things like hammering iron above your doorway and throwing salt over your left shoulder because…because…the human hive mind remembers the night, it remembers the winter and the wolves at the door and the fear that a baby might not wake up in the morning because faeries took them away so you’d best keep some iron close by and prop their pillow up with a wedge of birch wood and never tell anyone your middle name because…because…well just because okay, it’s just something we do

And that’s fascinating.

I’m going to cut this off now because my mobile won’t let me keep going haha, but yea. I tried to fit as much into my thesis was was physically possible by doing it via arcs and themes because it was incredibly broad. I could probably spend my entire life trying to do it justice.

Midsummer asks in honor of Litha

Sun: How do you wake up in the morning?

Faeries: Any fun pranks you’ve pulled off?

Revelry: Talk about a merry experience you’ve had with others.

Solstice: What’s your favorite change in seasons?

Goddess: Are you in love?

Pebble: What do you wish for?

Purity: How do you cleanse yourself of negative energy?

Rituals: What rituals do you perform daily? 

Amulet: Favorite accessory?

Balefire: Bonfire with lots of lovely folks or campfire with a few sweet souls?

Altar: What are your religious beliefs?

Magick: Do you practice any craft? 

Dew: Your favorite soap scent?

Woods: Describe your ideal environment.