A City of Starlight and Ash

Chapter 5

Feyre

Cassian stayed true to his word, and did join them for dinner.

 Apparently Nesta had plans, "Something about magic training," Cassian told them from the kitchen. He went to help Elain grab the food. "I don't really know. She gets mad at me if I try and force her to do anything. So she's probably out somewhere blowing stuff up." 

Feyre cracked a smile from the circular table she was sitting at. They had a larger one, in the dining room, but it was just going to be the three of them tonight. 

Ever since they built the manor, Feyre made sure it was big enough to fit the entire inner circle. With them staying at the manor regularly, despite most of them having their own apartments.

"Mor!" Elain said with surprise from the kitchen as Cassian yelped, "What in the actual hell Mor! I will chuck this food at you! And who are these people?"

"I am trying really hard to not barf, right now," said a female voice that Feyre didn't recognize.

"Who's that?" Feyre yelled, as she got up from her chair and started to walk over to the kitchen.

"If you vomit, please do it on Cassian. Maybe that will encourage him to wash his hair for once," Mor smirked, as Feyre turned to the corner to see a grey winged male, a red haired female, and a frowning Cassian.

"Who are you guys?" Feyre asked as the two strangers faced her. The feathered wing male didn't look, or scent, to be Fae. His dark hair hitting his shoulder, and his face very wary of his surroundings. There was a red wine haired female next to him, who scented to only be part Fae.

"I don't even know who you guys are. They were just following us for a long  time. And I quote blondie, I promise that we wouldn't kill you if you come with us," the woman said.

"What happened with Beron?" Cassian asked, eyeing the two strangers.

"When we got there, there was a portal spewing out furniture. And then out came these two, and Beron was getting all demanding. They did some magic and flew away, and then we followed them," Mor said smoothly.

There's definitely more to it than that. 

"Do I need to get Rhys over here?" Feyre asked.

"Nah, he has yet to have his fun with Tamlin," Mor said with a smile. "We can just get Amren over here and figure out what to do with you guys."

"Just to make this clear, by figuring out what to do with us, better mean no killing, or fighting," the female stated, her companion huffing in agreement.

"Anyone who can get under Beron's skin that easily is a friend," Mor commented with a sly smile. "If I don't come back in 5 minutes, it's because Amren killed me." 

Mor only waved goodbye before winnowing away to Amren's apartment.

"So where are you guys from? You don't seem to be from any court?" Feyre asked smoothly, studying the strangers.

"I don't know what you mean by court. But were from Lunathion," the female responded.

"I said don't bother us!" Amren exclaimed as Mor winnowed back in with Amren and Varian.

Cassian responded smoothly, "That being said, you always say that."

 Amren gave her an icy glare at Cassian, which would send most people running. 

She then turned her attention towards the strangers in the kitchen.

"You're from another world," Amren said smoothly, eyeing the strangers. "Is that what you wanted from me? To confirm it?"