A Court of Lost Stars

Two days later, Nova was ready to leave the townhouse. Every chance she got, it seemed, she was trying to leave out the front door. Feyre had finally had enough when they caught her climbing onto the roof.

"We'll take her to the house of wind for a family dinner," Rhys suggested that morning with a quick smirk. "It'll give them more time to get to know her and offer her the ability to be around more people in a single setting."

Feyre had agreed, but then the real question was how they would get her there.

Fly? Winnow? Walk?

"We could fly," Rhys smiled. "It'll allow us to see how she handles it and if there are any fears we might need to work on for the future."

A rock formed in her stomach as she nodded but didn't respond.

"Hey," Rhys moved before her, "I know it's hard letting her do things that might be deemed dangerous. If she had been with us all this time, this is what she'd have been doing. Honestly, she probably already would have started a long while ago."

"I know, I know…" Feyre frowned, meeting his eyes. "I can't be selfish and delay it. I just…I wish I could reverse time."

Rhys pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. "Me too, but she does need us, you know. We can still be there for her."

Feyre nodded and leaned her head back, smiling softly as he pressed another sweet kiss against her lips.

"Nova," Rhys called for her as they descended the stairs, "it's time to go!"

Nova came bounding from the art room and skidded to a stop, almost colliding with the wall. 

Are you sure she's going to want to fly?

It's worth a try.

"Alright, Nova," Rhys offered his arms to her, "the others are already at the House of Wind. We're going to meet them there, but we're going to fly. Okay?"

Nova stared at him and slowly tilted her head to the side. It was clear she understood he was addressing her but had no idea what he'd just said. Rhys had been right, a conversation with their daughter was a long way off.

"Watch." Rhys offered a smile and untucked his wings, letting them spread. He then offered his arm to Feyre, who took it without hesitation. His feet lifted a foot or two off the ground, letting Nova see how his wings carried him. Setting Feyre down gently, he offered his hand to Nova.

"Your turn."

Nova shook her head and took a step back. The grin she'd been wearing was gone, and in its place was a heavy-browed scowl.

Puffing a soft sigh, Rhys nodded with a small, patient smile. 

"Looks like we're walking."