#acotarheadcanons

The Spring Court actually has the most lesser fae; real fae. You know, the ones with colorful skin, tails, antlers, claws, vine like hair, or wings made of bark or petals. Not just “hot humans with pointy ears.”

Nudity is a normal thing there. Skin is just skin. some fae wear moonlight or nothing at all, unless ceremony demands a cloak of tradition

Forests and rivers everywhere. Poisonous flowers that sing. Trees that move when you're not looking. Glow-in-the-dark mushrooms lighting up mossy paths. Vines that curl like curious fingers.

There’s mischief in the air never cruel, just clever. Lose your boots to a fox. Find your hair braided with wildflowers by giggling sprites. Discover a raccoon carrying your necklace like a treasure.

wearing shoes is rare thing. The earth is warm and breathing, and the fae here walk barefoot to stay connected to their land.

No brothels here, because sex isn’t commodified it’s woven into their culture like music or magic. Passion and desire are honored, not hidden. This is the court of Calanmai, after all. 👀

To any person whom isn't spring citizent there are no paths in the land only suggestions. The same route never leads to the same place twice unless the land wants it to.

The forest is full of bargains. Want something? The right flower, rock, or creature will give it… for a price. You’ll probably forget you made a deal until it’s time to pay.

He just… doesn’t and I don’t think it’s because he can’t.

I think it’s because he won’t. based on TamlinxRhys's sister being old lovers theory

I like to believe Rhys’s sister the one we never got to meet and the only one Tamlin truly loved taught him how to fly. That maybe she laughed while dragging him through the skies, told him to stop snarling and just enjoy it.

That flying was their thing. Not roaring through the skies to look powerful. Not to intimidate. But just… for joy. For freedom.

And after she's no longer here, Tamlin stopped.

Because what’s the point of flying when the person who made the sky feel alive is gone?

What’s the point of soaring if it just reminds you of what you lost?

He could fly.

But he chooses not to.

And seriously, guys you’re telling me this ancient, great warrior High Fae who’s been alive for over five centuries never thought of doing the thing Feyre figured out in like... a few months?

It doesn't make sense. He’s not dumb. He’s hurting.

He doesn’t fly not because he never learned how or never thought of.

But because it doesn’t feel like his sky anymore.