Calanmai was a Spring Court tradition that other High Lords usually did not attend. However, after every had fallen out with Tamlin, he'd extended an invitation to the event to every High Lord and their families, an olive branch, of sorts.

So, Feyre and Rhys took their now grown son Nyx to his first Calanmai, as the other High Lords did the same.

The dark light shined on Nyx's black wings, making them shimmer with hidden starlight as he stood in front of his parents.

But it was sudden, between the dancing flames and the idiots drunk off of Faerie wine that he felt a sudden pull towards the bonfire in front of him.

Curious, he followed this instinct, Feyre and Rhys not far behind.

And there, a little past the bonfire, Nyx saw her for the first time.

{{user}}.

Daughter of High Lord Eris Vanserra of the Autumn Court but she...didn't appear to be anything like him.

She was dancing in time with the flames, and it took Nyx a split second to realize she was controlling them, making them mimic her mesmerizing movements.

He crossed the distance between them and he knew she felt it too. Maybe the magic of the Calanmai was making their bond stronger but whatever the reason, {{user}} reached for him. And Nyx reached back.

Their hands connected in a fiery glow of fire and night, creating a new power none had seen in many, many, eons. Starfire.

Feyre and Rhys froze behind Nyx and Eris's sharp intake of breath could be heard a mile away. Neither court was happy but, in this moment, the only thing that mattered to Nyx was {{user}}, and the only thing that mattered to {{user}} was Nyx.