Author's Note: So this came out of no where while I writing A Court of Night and Shadows. It's not entirely grammatically correct nor is it very long but it was fun and fluttery to write. I hadn't planned on ever really doing any one shots but this was pretty fun, so I'll take requests if you have any.

Thanks for reading! Xoxo Jordan

Sometimes I wonder what they would think of her. The way her heart bleeds for the Rainbow, the way she weaves wolves from water and ice, the way she holds her paintbrush like it makes her master of the universe before her.

The way she holds my heart and is master of my universe.

There are full nights I've spent trying to force my powers to break through the boundaries of life and death - to pierce through that wall of what is and what was - in the hopes of hearing their voices again. As limitless as Feyre sees me, I couldn't save them, and I can't reach them now.

But there are nights like these, when they don't feel so far away. Nights like these I look at my resting mate by my side and I feel the same love that binds me to them both - even beyond death.

A creek sounds in the darkness followed by the swishing waddle of tiny legs trying to balance with too large wings.

"Daddy?" she whispers, and my arms are already around her, lifting her to my chest as I rise as seamlessly as I can from the bed where my mate is resting from a day of chasing this mini me across our country.

"Yes?" I ask her, my voice soft and low as I gather space between us and Feyre.

She flails in my grip, readjusting my hands that are braced too close to the base of her wings. "I want to sleep with mama," she says, her ire growing just as quickly as her mother's so often does.

"What if we spend a little extra time together so Mama can sleep?" I offer, crossing my mental fingers that a tantrum won't ensue.

She smiles, her tiny teeth pulling at every heartstring in my being. "Daddy," is all she says, nestling deeper into my chest as if she can break through my surface and enter any deeper into my heart than she already is.

I pad through the town house until I reach the door I need. The brisk night wind of a Velaris summer greets us as we ascend to the roof. Her head immediately lifts to the sky, keeping one side of her face against me. She'd always loved the stars more than anything. Perhaps we'd try a reverse schedule for her someday. I wouldn't mind living my life by the stars.

The second her violet eyes meet mine, I release the control I have on my wings, spreading them with ease behind me and the giggles that bubble and spill from her small, sweet lips fuel me to indulge in my grandeur. I let my own night spill from the heavens above us, pouring onto and around her, bringing the stars to her grasp. She shrieks a shrill toddler screech, reaching for the twinkling worlds to hold within her fingers.

I flap my wings with slow power, sending her dark hair whirling about her face. Her smile was a mirror of my own.

We lift off from the roof beneath us and she yells deep into the night, daring anyone to hear her, "Yes, Daddy! Let's fly!" And that is all the motivation I need to send us shooting up and over the city, alive even at night beneath us. I move my hold on her so she's outstretched ahead of me, her child's round belly to the ground below. Instantly, she spreads her hands, fearless, setting them out as if they were her wings, which sat folded at her back as they always had.

"Stretch those wings, baby!" I shout to her over the wind gently humming in my ears. "Stretch," I drawl, making my voice a cartoon for her pleasure.

And to my surprise, for the first time ever, her wings bend at the joints near her shoulder, straightening so slowly I can't be sure if she's moving so slowly or if I'm drowning in such joy that I see her in glorious slow motion. Finally, her wings pull taut, gliding her in the wind.

"Daddy!" she screams, her voice louder than her loudest tantrum. "I'm flying!"

Embracing the mist filling my eyes, I let myself scream back at her, proud enough for all of Velaris to hear, "You're flying!"

And despite my every fear, every eternal warning bell, every instinct to protect my child, I let my hands slide away from her waist. I let myself slow, hanging behind her.

I watched my daughter fly for the first time beneath the stars of Velaris and when she gave her first flap, picking up speed and altitude, she let out a fierce howl of joy and I could feel one sliver of moisture roll down my cheek.

She's a natural, and I fly around her steadily, cheering as she raises and lowers herself in the air watching me for assurance, making sure I could see - making sure I was proud. We gave a quick turn and on our rooftop in the distance was my wife and High Lady.

And then, I knew, my mother and sister weren't so far away at all. I could see my mother's bravery and tenacity in Feyre every day and the sweet, solid, silly strength of my sister in my daughter's unwavering spirit.

I spun beneath my daughter, flying upside down so we were belly to belly, eye to eye. And somewhere in the stars behind her smile I could feel my mother and sister, watching, proud as stars in the Velaris sky.