#Reactive programming

[niveditainfosystem]

Angular vs React: Which One Should You Choose in 2024?

In the ever-evolving landscape of web development, Angular and React continue to be two of the most popular choices for building modern, dynamic web applications. As we venture into 2024, the decision between Angular and React remains a crucial one for developers embarking on new projects. Let's delve into the key factors to consider when choosing between these two powerhouse frameworks.

1. Performance:

In terms of performance, both Angular and React have made significant strides over the years. React's virtual DOM and efficient rendering mechanisms have traditionally given it an edge in performance-critical applications. However, Angular's latest versions have introduced Ivy, a groundbreaking rendering engine that significantly improves performance and bundle size. In 2024, performance differentials between Angular and React are narrower than ever, with both frameworks capable of delivering blazing-fast experiences.

2. Developer Productivity:

Developer productivity is a crucial aspect of any framework choice. React's component-based architecture and lightweight nature have long been praised for enabling rapid development and easy integration with other libraries and tools. On the other hand, Angular's opinionated structure and comprehensive ecosystem provide developers with a robust set of tools out-of-the-box, streamlining development processes and ensuring consistency across projects. The choice between Angular and React in terms of productivity often boils down to personal preference and project requirements.

3. Ecosystem and Community Support:

The ecosystem surrounding a framework can greatly influence its adoption and longevity. React boasts a vast and vibrant community, with a plethora of third-party libraries, tools, and resources available to developers. This rich ecosystem ensures that developers have access to solutions for virtually any problem they encounter. Angular, backed by Google, also enjoys strong community support and an extensive ecosystem. With a wide range of official and community-maintained packages, Angular provides developers with the resources they need to build complex applications with ease.

4. Learning Curve:

The learning curve is an important consideration for teams adopting a new framework. React's minimalist approach and focus on JavaScript make it relatively easy for developers to get started, especially those with prior experience in web development. Angular, with its comprehensive documentation and structured approach, may have a steeper learning curve for beginners. However, once developers grasp its concepts and conventions, Angular's opinionated nature can lead to more consistent and maintainable codebases.

5. Industry Trends and Job Market:

Finally, it's essential to consider industry trends and the job market when choosing between Angular and React. While both frameworks remain in high demand, React has gained significant traction in recent years, with many startups and tech giants adopting it for their projects. However, Angular continues to be widely used, particularly in enterprise settings where stability and long-term support are paramount. Ultimately, the decision between Angular and React may also depend on factors such as company preferences, project requirements, and the availability of skilled developers in the job market.

Conclusion:

In 2024, the choice between Angular and React remains nuanced and dependent on various factors, including performance requirements, developer productivity, ecosystem support, learning curves, and industry trends. Both frameworks have their strengths and weaknesses, and the decision ultimately comes down to the specific needs and preferences of your project and team. Whether you opt for the flexibility of React or the structure of Angular, rest assured that both frameworks will continue to evolve and empower developers to build innovative web applications for years to come.

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[shiprasharma2927]

Boosting Interactivity: The Role of Reactive Programming in Modern Apps

Boosting interactivity in modern applications is increasingly reliant on the implementation of reactive programming. Reactive programming is a paradigm that facilitates the seamless handling of asynchronous data streams, fostering a more responsive and dynamic user experience. In today's rapidly evolving technological landscape, where user expectations for real-time interactions are high, reactive programming plays a pivotal role in meeting these demands. By allowing developers to efficiently manage and propagate changes in data, reactive programming enables applications to respond instantly to user inputs, server updates, or any other events that may impact the user interface. This paradigm is particularly beneficial in the development of web and mobile applications, where user engagement heavily depends on smooth and immediate feedback. Through the integration of reactive programming, developers can create applications that not only meet but exceed user expectations, providing a more immersive and satisfying interactive experience. As the demand for responsive and engaging applications continues to rise, the adoption of reactive programming is becoming increasingly prevalent, reshaping the landscape of modern app development.

[mstepenwolf]

despite getting along with my uni project teammates pretty well i can't help but sense alienation. the deeper i get into the program, the more i notice how much of a boys' club tech field still is and how hard it is for its members to take me seriously (especially when i'm in a leadership role). we have times when we informally converse and joke around, but then we have a formal meeting and i can fill out an entire women in tech experiences bingo in twenty minutes (featuring being interrupted or totally ignored, guys taking credit for ideas i've expressed before, etc.). weird.

[newcodesociety]

ByteByteGo | Newsletter/Blog

From the newsletter:

Imperative Programming Imperative programming describes a sequence of steps that change the program’s state. Languages like C, C++, Java, Python (to an extent), and many others support imperative programming styles.

Declarative Programming Declarative programming emphasizes expressing logic and functionalities without describing the control flow explicitly. Functional programming is a popular form of declarative programming.

Object-Oriented Programming (OOP) Object-oriented programming (OOP) revolves around the concept of objects, which encapsulate data (attributes) and behavior (methods or functions). Common object-oriented programming languages include Java, C++, Python, Ruby, and C#.

Aspect-Oriented Programming (AOP) Aspect-oriented programming (AOP) aims to modularize concerns that cut across multiple parts of a software system. AspectJ is one of the most well-known AOP frameworks that extends Java with AOP capabilities.

Functional Programming Functional Programming (FP) treats computation as the evaluation of mathematical functions and emphasizes the use of immutable data and declarative expressions. Languages like Haskell, Lisp, Erlang, and some features in languages like JavaScript, Python, and Scala support functional programming paradigms.

Reactive Programming Reactive Programming deals with asynchronous data streams and the propagation of changes. Event-driven applications, and streaming data processing applications benefit from reactive programming.

Generic Programming Generic Programming aims at creating reusable, flexible, and type-independent code by allowing algorithms and data structures to be written without specifying the types they will operate on. Generic programming is extensively used in libraries and frameworks to create data structures like lists, stacks, queues, and algorithms like sorting, searching.

Concurrent Programming Concurrent Programming deals with the execution of multiple tasks or processes simultaneously, improving performance and resource utilization. Concurrent programming is utilized in various applications, including multi-threaded servers, parallel processing, concurrent web servers, and high-performance computing.

[tacticalfiend]

I've been replaying BG3 (really slowly) while fighting for my life in this college program and I'm still disappointed in how little companions have to say about your whole situation as Durge, aside from Astarion I guess. As the world's #1 Shadowheart fan it's especially disappointing. I find it shocking how little she has to say about the amnesia specifically. You'd think that would be a point of commonality between her and the Dark Urge, but she has surprisingly little to say about it. Like I know not everyone is gonna react to amnesia in the same way, but memory disorders are terrifying. I think a lot of us who suffer from them learn to just sort of "shrug it off" because we have to in order to function, but we still have those moments of vulnerability. It feels like a missed opportunity with Shadowheart, could see her be more vulnerable with a character suffering from memory loss as well. See a new angle to her you otherwise couldn't in a "normal" playthrough.

[blackvahana]

i am really never going to understand why people post "shifting antis dni" in the astral projection tag. "here practice that constantly gets appropriated by us and used as a weird justification for a new set of beliefs that aren't really based in the same reality you work with, and that also gets completely misunderstood by our community because we don't care to understand what you do and just pretend we know it's what we do like christians saying other religions worship the christian god, have a post! Also dni if you don't like our practice that has nothing to do with the one whose tag we just shoved this into"

if you're not astral projecting don't put shit in the ap tag. if you don't even know the difference between AP and RS I dont think your opinion holds enough weight to counter the pushback against flooding a separate practice's tag with "if you dont like the practice I'm talking about in your tags dni"

[why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 5 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers <3

16: Curling up in a blanket that my late grandmother gifted me while reading and drinking a hot cup of tea/coffee

17: Watching a movie with my mom

18: Collecting rocks, minerals, gems, metals, and semiprecious gems

19: Vibing to music

20: My space themed RGB keyboard

[ladystardustinblackjeans]

Luke and Lorelai really are a love story for the ages

[whoknowsus]

btw if you have deeeeeep feelings that ramcoa is fake, impossible, a conspiracy, and there's NO WAY that could possibly be true (even though the CIA has publicly admitted to it), and ESPECIALLY if you think "that can't be true because it makes everything I know a lie" . . . Maybe look into those. Especially if they're repetitive

The biggest danger to a programmed individual is other programmed people.

[reasonsforhope]

"Two researchers in the US and Australia have discovered important mechanisms that prevent B cells from attacking the body’s own tissues in autoimmune diseases like arthritis, lupus, and multiple sclerosis—and in the process have won a prestigious prize.

Normally, the body’s immune system protects us from viruses, bacteria, and foreign substances. However, in autoimmune diseases, the immune system starts attacking tissues in the body instead.

Researchers had long tried to discover the cause of autoimmune diseases. But, Christopher Goodnow and David Nemazee, independently of each other, adopted a new approach.

They asked why we do not all develop these diseases. Their focus was on B cells which, together with white blood cells and T cells, are the building blocks of our complex immune system.

“They have given us a new and detailed understanding of the mechanisms that normally prevent faulty B cells from attacking tissues in the body, explaining why most of us are not affected by autoimmune diseases,” says Olle Kämpe, member of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences and chair of the Crafoord Prize committee that awarded the pair 6 million Swedish kronor ($600,000).

Neutralize B cells

In recent years, physicians have started to experiment by using existing drugs to neutralize B cells for patients with severe autoimmune diseases, including lupus, rheumatoid arthritis, and multiple sclerosis, which has proven to be very effective at improving their quality of life.

Thanks to this year’s Crafoord Prize Laureates, we have gained fundamental new knowledge about what is happening in the immune system during autoimmune disease attacks.

“This also paves the way for development of new forms of therapies that eventually can cure these diseases—or might prevent them in the future,” said one professor of clinical immunology at the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences...

More details from the video, since the article glosses over the particulars:

"The laureates discovered what is now called B cell tolerance.

When B cells develop in the bone marrow, not all of them are perfect. To remove the faulty ones, a mechanism starts, in which defective cells are programmed to destroy themself through apoptosis.

The laureates discovered two new mechanisms that are used if some of the bad cells are left. Re-editing, where the immune system alters the combination of receptors, and anergy, that silences B cells with self-reactive receptors.

The laureates were able to demonstrate that these mechanisms sometimes fail. This means that faulty B cells can cause an attack on the body's own tissues – leading to autoimmune diseases.

Thanks to the laureate’s discoveries, doctors like Anders Bengtsson soon felt able to start treating patients with lupus, arthritis, multiple sclerosis, and many other autoimmune diseases, with medicines that eradicated B cells.

Anders Bengtsson: "I'm very happy that B cells has gotten so much attention because of the laureates. I have seen my patients getting so much better and getting a better life."

Autoimmune patient: "Today, I feel very good. I really have hope in the research that it will revolutionise things and perhaps even cure it all. That’s what I want, hope for, and believe in.""

-Article via Good News Network, April 6, 2025. Video via The Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences, January 29, 2025.

[belfrygargoyles]

pray that my bank and squenix's ongoing Fuck Your Visa problems dont screw me tomorrow

[gallusrostromegalus]

If you please; what is your Tolberone theory of knowledge?

My theory, which I thought up a few weeks ago while sick with covid, is that all knowledge is a form of art, and that there are very broadly three basic types of knowledge arts: physical arts, philosophical arts, and scientific arts, and that pretty much all academic, artistic and practical disciplines exist somewhere in that triangle spectrum.

Physical arts are knowledges of how to actually, physically do things. The purest front of physical arts are things like dance and navigation.

Scientific arts are knowledges of things that can be tested and proven. Computer programming and Quilting are both scientific arts: they work, or they don't.

Philosophical Arts are knowledges of things which while not objectively provable, are still very real. History and Being A Good Listener are philosophical arts.

Nearly every discipline of knowledge is some combination of all three. Cooking is largely applied chemistry, a scientific art, but it's also a philosophical art because flavor is extremely cultural and contextual, and a physical art because you have to know how to hold the damn knife and heat when it's done.

The first part of toblerone theory is that, like how each piece has three sides, any given project needs at least one person who has a good grasp of each of the underlying arts involved or it's going to go sideways at best. For example:

Physical and Scientific arts, no philosophy: Jurassic Park. They need someone to point out that, while very possible, it's not necessarily a good idea.

Philosophy and Science, no physical: that dril tweet about the forum debate locked by a mod after 12,000 pages of heated debate. They need someone to drag them away from the keyboard and actually do something.

Philosophy and Physical, no science: that cult in midsommar that put a guy in a bearsuit. Without the ability to engage measurably with the world, they give into fear and behave like reactive animals. Also the "rare chicken steak" phenomenon.

You can have differing ratios of each type- Jurassic Park really only needed two philosophers: one animal behaviorist and an OSHA inspector, and 98% of the issues would have been avoided- but you do need at least ONE of each underlying art to check each other's work.

The second part of toblerone theory is that, like how the toblerone is made of many triangle pieces, there are poles to the triangle spectrum. Practical vs Esoteric arts. Short term and long term arts. High stakes vs for funsies arts.

While you have have different ratios and levels of expertise in each of the arts, you do all need them to be on the same piece of the bar, or they won't take each other seriously. A UN Diplomat and a climate scientist aren't going to take the advice of physical artist my uncle Bobby the plumber re: global warming, but they will take the advice of physical artist my Aunt Cheryl the civil engineer, a world expert in getting shit done.

The same applies for the other end of the spectrum. Aunt Cheryl the civil engineer isn't going to get much milage with the local high school student council and principal Waley when the problem at hand is "what are we going to do for this year's prom theme?"

I gotta go to therapy now, pictures later.

[felassan]

TheGamer reports: '“It's A Sad End, But In My Opinion, At Least We Got One”: What Dragon Age Devs And Creators Have Said About The End Of The Series'

Excerpt:

"Members of the Dragon Age Community Council have also commented on the game’s development. These fans were brought in to consult on The Veilguard mid-development, so they would have spoken to the team directly. They also allude to the team wanting to implement something that the fans were after, but not being able to. “While it’s pissy o’clock, i just want to air out how many frustrating stories at [BioWare] ive heard [sic],” says content creator and council member, Ghil Dirthalen, or Caitie. “The DA team absolutely knew what we wanted and pitched to deliver but was told no so many times.” Caitie has previously explained what some of these requests were, including a change of art style, going back to the usual four-person party size, and more world state reactivity. Caitie also adds that everything was “a mess” before Corinne Busche took over as game director, saying: “The project really came together when she became the lead”. She’s, therefore, frustrated to see Busche shoulder so much blame. Fellow content creator and council member Kala Edwards shares a similar sentiment. “Idk just thinking about what Dragon Age could have looked like if its management and overhead put more care and attention into the series instead of undermining devs at every opportunity. Removing and moving management and not giving them the proper resources. Idk, what if.” Content creator Miss Insanity, who was also part of the Council, expanded on these feelings. “I have infinite love and respect for many of the former Dragon Age devs,” she tells me. “It's been about 13 years since I started making BioWare content and later joining their Creators program, and the team used to be so inspired and driven - happily talking to the community in their free time, and going above and beyond to keep the game's essence alive. “Over the years, it has been harrowing to watch that light burn out. The Dragon Age community bears a lot of resentment right now for how it all went down, but we all loved the series and the community around it to hell and back. It's a sad end, but in my opinion, at least we got one.” She also alludes to how this was not the first time BioWare had struggled to deliver, referring to the years spent on Anthem. “It was like watching BioWare crash out through an identity crisis, willfully and proudly abandoning the reasons why people loved their games and upheld them as a safe space in the first place,” she tells me. “And evidently, permanently stunting themselves in the process.”

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[stephanidftba]

From Sharon Astyk on Facebook:

Folks, if you haven't been wearing a mask regularly or consistently, but who oppose this administration I want to encourage you to start (folks who have been wearing them all along, let this one go, because this isn't about you.)

I know, I know, you don't want to - you don't want to be harassed, you've had covid twice and it wasn't that bad, you aren't that worried, so why would you do that?

1. Wearing a mask in public means that people who are protesting masked are normalized. If there are many people wearing masks in public spaces, they can't identify who is resisting easily. If masks are a proxy for resistance, as governments are calling them, then it is rather like the story of King Christian of Denmark donning the yellow star. So if you want to protect and support resistors, you can mask.

2. We are on our own with disease protection. RFK jr has been very clear he plans to make vaccines incredibly inaccessible to most Americans. Right now there are circulating cases of measles, TB, mumps, covid and below the radar bird flu (yes, that too) as well as other stuff. No one is going to give you a vaccine to prevent disease. No one is going to tell you when you or your kids are exposed to measles or tuberculosis or bird flu. They are not testing, they are not recording data, they are not seeking to protect you. If you don't protect yourself, no one will.

While I strongly recommend everyone get any boosters or vaccines they need, in a society with low vaccination rates, and permeable vaccines that let some cases through and wane with time, a vaccine-only strategy is not viable. You cannot tell when you are exposed to these diseases, and you will just get sick, and some people will die.

No one is going to tell you when Bird flu starts spreading human to human on any scale. We will find out when a bunch of people get very sick and die - and I don't want you to be among them. No one is going to tell you when a kid has measles at your school in many states now, and you don't know if your vaccine from 30 years ago is still holding. 38% of cases in Ontario have been in vaccinated adults.

Vaccines and air cleaning and far UV light, and smaller classroom densities (yeah right) are all good tools, but the most reliable one is an N95 or equivalent mask.

3. The opinion of Trump, RFK jr and the rest of this administration is that disabled or medically vulnerable people should just die. They've been very clear, and we've seen it in how they cut support, research, to cancer, sickle cell disease, diabetes, alzheimers, etc... and how they talk about people with disabilities like autism.

They are rapidly and painfully stripping resources like SSDI, Medicaid, Special Education support programs and funding, research for rare cancers and diseases, testing that would let you know if your baby has a condition...you name it.

A 14 country study just showed that after 5 1/2 years of the pandemic, 25-30% of people who have covid have long covid. And we've known that was going to happen - that's almost exactly the same stats we've seen in other studies. By your third infection, your risk of long covid is up around 30%.

And while our support systems have been broken and fraying for a long time, they are simply DEAD now. You won't get SSDI. You won't get health care for your disability. You may not get treatment for your cancer. Your Alzheimers meds may not be covered. RFKjr thinks the answer to type 2 diabetes or mental health issues is a work camp.

We know that some viruses, including covid are oncogenic (the obvious one is the HPV virus, and the vaccine prevents cervical cancer perfectly), which means they up your risk of cancer. We know it increases your risk of dementia, and the rate at which dementia progresses. We know that covid can reactivate EBV and TB.

We also know that measles wipes your immune system for three years - including your vaccines. If you get measles, and you cannot get vaccinated again, you could die of diptheria, tetanus, mumps, etc...

You cannot afford to be newly disabled right now. They want people dead or unable to resist. DO NOT COMPLY IN ADVANCE. No one is protecting you from this. So protect yourself - this is as much a step as getting your passport or supporting your food pantry.

4. Because they are so clear that they have eugenicist intents towards disabled people, as well as non-white folks, wearing a mask is an act of solidarity with them.

Statistics have always shown that non-white people are more likely to wear masks than white folks, mostly because they know perfectly well that the safety net has a lot of huge holes in it. They are often worn by people who simply cannot afford to be sick.

Moreover immunocompromised and disabled people HAVE to mask. There are also people who physically CANNOT mask, who rely on others to mask to protect them. When you put on a mask, you do two things.

1. You stand with those who must or wish to mask, and practice community care. You make it clear those lives are more valuable than your convenience. Remember, they are counting on you not to believe that and let disabled people be first targets.

2. You make protest, activism and resistance safe and accessible for millions of people who otherwise cannot participate in standing up to our goverment. You help cross crucial thresholds for engagement by making resistance fully accessible.

My father, who is in his middle 70s and disabled, repeats the mantra regularly that these motherfuckers are not going to get to kill him, no matter how hard they try. That he has no intention of dying under Trump. He's going to stay alive and piss them off and fight back until he gets to piss on their graves.

If you want to do that, you have to wear mask. Its that simple. Masking is fighting back. Masking is solidarity. Masking protects you and everyone. Masking is resistance. Wear a mask in public.

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@covid-safer-hotties

[avifaunaa]

stars blind [ they fall and leave the sky ] [ f.a.+ r ] [ pt.2 ]

Authors Note: I’m so incredibly glad everyone seemed to enjoy the first part of this series! If anyone has requested to be put onto a tag list for this series, I’ll try to remember to add it in. Also to add: apologies for the shorter update -- this is meant to be a bridge between One and Three, so it fills in some gaps.

Masterlist

PART ONE | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE

Pairing: Feyre Archeron x fem!reader x Rhysand / Platonic!Inner Circle x fem!reader

Summary: Feyre and Rhysand find their own mating marks that are duplicates to your own — perfect matches — and have a discussion on what that means. Amren and Mor make a decision together. Windweaver hides.

Content Warnings: Mating bonds + discussion thereof [ reminder: this is canon in nature, but i take liberties and play around with mating bonds thus deepening the meaning of this AU ], Court politics, mentions of Windweaver’s past trauma that is not directly gone into this chapter, cliffhanger [ sorry ]

Word Count: ~3.7k

You wait in the spacious entry way of home turned daycare belonging to Iris — a chirpy blonde High Fae who was incredibly well-known for watching children for a fair price while parents worked or tended to other matters.

Your daughter’s slot within the class was no mere coincidence, especially so late in the solstice when the children of the current class already knew each other so well.

It had been Mor — amazingly kind, determined Mor — who had gone to Iris to plead your case and request a spot herself, face to face.

Allegedly it had grown increasingly difficult to get into the quickly growing daycare and the fact that Mor put in a word for you was a kindness and a favor you were not yet sure how to pay back.

Mor had rebutted multiple attempts at your prompting; she didn’t want you to concern yourself with anything other than getting your feet on the ground. That’s part of why this program exists, she had told you, frowning but soft lines instead of hard edges, so that those things aren’t considered in your mind.

So here you were in the grand entry way of the nice manor just on the edges of Velaris, waiting for Iris. You were normally the last to arrive and you had told the woman up front your schedule. You expected rejection, but she shrugged and simply understood your position in this new world and was accommodating.

And it was once more a kindness that you couldn’t afford.

You refused to look at yourself in the large mirror hanging above the entrance to the side on the wall — despite the call it made to you. Now that you knew what was engraved into your skin, you would never be able fully hide it from yourself even if you could pretend to cover it up in the face of others.

Nor could you escape whatever bond thrummed on the other side.

It left you with a pit of emptiness, unease, and fear.

The mating bond was quiet and dark. Nothing but empty black loneliness when you reached out to where your mother told you mating bonds usually rested in that part of the soul, in that part of the heart, in that part of the mind.

There was no awareness within that pit, like a bundle of dead nerves that had no reactivity to touch. It stung like nettle to know that the other half of the bond went unnoticed of it, but at the same time you couldn’t fight the soul-aching relief. It meant that whoever the Cauldron found you worthy to mate with was perhaps not aware of a bond.

Until they found their own marks, you supposed.

“Here she is!” Iris sang, walking out with Astraea sleeping soundly, drooling on her shoulder.

“Oh, she’s knocked out,” you said with a smile, heart warming soundly at the sight of your daughter. Black hair and pale skin — features of your mother, her eyes belonging to a man long since gone.

“We painted today,” Iris told you as she made the exchange, sliding Astra into your hold. The tiny little thing wrapped arms around your shoulders, snuggling in close and sighing but not waking a second. “Next time you come in I’ll give it to you. Our High Lady will be coming in soon to teach a class.”

“The High Lady?” You didn’t hide your surprise. She hadn’t been seen out since the birth of her son — unless it was to walk through the Rainbow. You knew little around the events of the little one’s birth, other than rumors about wings and pain.

“Oh yes. She decided she’s going to come help out with the children — and bring Nyx, too. He needs socialization with other children his age. But it seems Astra is the closest to it right now.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, a nervous tick unsettling the heart within your chest.

"Oh, that will be wonderful," you say out loud instead of voicing your fears. You had yet to be approached by the High Lord or his Lady about your heritage — or at all, in fact — but Mor and Amren had both been as welcoming as members of the Inner Circle can afford to be to newcomers.

You exchanged a few more pleasantries, your payment is given to Iris, and you are quick to whisk your sleepy daughter off. Once outside the home you are greeted by the chilly air and your scarf does little to keep the bite from your cheeks that comes with the breeze.

The walk to your rented apartment is five minutes from Iris' home; an aspect of your new life you considered a luxury. You enjoyed the feeling of easily getting everywhere within manageable walking distance and not having to use your magic to speed your walking along.

Not that you would have used your magic at all.

Thoughts keeping you busy, your trip is swift and you make the approach to your home before realizing it. The climb up the side stairs of the building is steep and it’s a walk to the third floor.

Your door was the first on the right and the bulky key was heavy and cold in your jacket's pocket when you pulled it free and pushed it into the key hole, twisting, unlocking, opening.

The apartment was nearly bare. It was furnished with the help of Mor -- thanks to her kindness to you. But it was basic and non-matching. You weren't here all the time -- either you spent time here with your daughter or slept. You preferred to take Astra out to explore the world and enjoy her surroundings while simultaneously exposing her to new things.

Astra's room was the most decorated, the most furnished, and the most cared for. You laid her down in her bed and got her dressed in her pajamas, all the while she hardly woke. She stuffed her thumb in her mouth and sighed as you pulled the covers over her.

You started toward the bathroom, removing earrings and clothes as you went.

That's the mating mark of a High Lord.

You find yourself standing in front of the dingy mirror in the bathroom — which was otherwise beautifully designed. Clean. Better than what you were once used to after Armantha’s takeover.

But when had it appeared? Mating marks were incredibly rare -- to the point that they were often forgotten about in history. They were connected to the more biological parts of Fae -- back when mating was more led by survival and the need to breed. Only those with very old bloodlines had mating marks anymore; bloodlines that predate much of even Old Prythian.

You pushed yourself off the sink, still tracing the outline you found yourself memorizing as you leaned over the tub to get the water started. It felt no different on your skin, had no way of showing itself other than its appearance.

You waited for the water to fill all the way to the top with near boiling heat. You never wanted to touch cold water again — even to drink. You drank it warm or you drank tea. You sank into the tub and shivered as the heat encased your skin and filled all the chilly, empty parts of you.

To have a mark that now only really ran through the lines of High Lords . . . that did not bode well on your end. Mostly because you've seen how angry High Fae males get when females have already been mated once before, but because it would force you to reveal your location to the very people you've been ensuring never find you.

Rhysand was frowning at her and Feyre did not particularly enjoy it. Still she kept rubbing her body cream into her hands while forcing herself to ignore him altogether.

He had been so fussy lately — more than their young son. While on some end it was fun to tease and pester him over, she was starting to feel the grating irritation that came with Rhysand’s fussy temperaments.

She would not be clawing it out of him, she had decided. He could come to her if it was truly making him itch.

She settled under the covers with her book half-opened, getting comfortable against her lower back. After Nyx even with Nesta's wish, she still retained an ache from her pregnancy that still required work on her part to keep at bay. While manageable most days, it was a reminder of what could have happened if she had not been luckier.

She manages three pages before Rhysand finally cracks.

"Feyre, darling," her husband starts, voice cloaked in cautious questioning, "when did you get that?"

Feyre turns the page of her book once before she humors him and even then she takes a long moment to remove her wandering eyes from the page to tilt her chin up to her husband.

The Illyrian is sat on the edge of the bed eyeing her, purple eyes twinkling with surprise — shock, perhaps.

Feyre’s lips twitch.

"The book?" she asked slyly, shutting it and running her fingertips along the spine. "Nesta lent it to me. She said—“

Rhysand rolled his eyes. "I do not need to know what sort of filth your sister has you read when I'm not there to chaperone. I can't begin to think."

"It's a female on female romance with sex."

Rhysand paused, blinked and choked on whatever words had been about to leave his mouth, then rubbed his face with his hand. "We will address that at a later time. I have questions I think I will want answers too." He then raised a hand to caress just slightly to the left side of her face. "I meant that, just under your ear, of course."

Feyre reached her fingers up to trace under her ear as Rhysand had pointed out to her. She felt nothing but her studded earrings, a decidedly new adornment done sometime after Nyx’s birth. “I don’t feel anything,” she said slowly, raising one of her brows at her mate.

He got to his feet and walked around the side of the bed and held out his palm. “Come with me, darling.”

Feyre hated to get out of bed now that she had gotten comfortable, but she put her book aside anyway and took his hand. Her mate was as gentle as he was in love with her: tugging her to her feet and gliding her toward the other end of the room that hosted the floor length mirror, twirling her as they went.

Feyre laughed at him and could not stop the bright smile lighting up across features as he swung her to his front, arms wrapped around her just under her chest. He pressed a warm kiss to her cheek as they locked eyes in the mirror.

“My beautiful Feyre darling,” he said. His gaze was so soft, a rare sight that not many in the lands got to see. He reached up and began moving her hair away from the side of her head he had previously pointed out to her.

“Mm.” She watched him lazily, fingers tracing designs into his arm. She stopped her playing when she noticed what he had initially wanted her to see.

“That’s new,” she said, pulling herself out of his arms so she could lean forward and peer at the twirls and markings that cornered themselves behind her pointed ear. “I don’t think I’ve had that before. Did I?”

He shook his head, rubbing his jawline. “It’s . . . No. It’s an old magic . . . usually attached to High Fae with very, very old bloodlines.”

Feyre stared at him. “Okay,” she said slowly, “but I didn’t get it when we first mated.”

“You wouldn’t have, no,” Rhysand agreed, staring at the mark nervously as though it would set aflame. “I think . . . Well, I have an idea already on what it could mean and why you have it.”

Feyre turned around and bit her lip, peering at him with just as much nervousness as he was putting out. “I would appreciate if you shared your thoughts with me, because if it’s connected to some ancient bloodlines that means it’s connected to yours, does it not?”

“The marking itself indicates a connection, I suppose I should say, to old bloodlines,” he told her, scratching his head as he thought over his words, “From a point in our history wherein we were instinct-based creatures rather than reason-based. A time where magic was more alive and lended itself to our primal needs. One of those needs was good breeding; there’s evidence to suggest that it would connect bloodlines that were stronger, more resilient.”

Feyre ran a finger down her chin in thought. “So a magical breeding program. And you’re from that line long ago?” she clarifies.

“All High Lord families are. Many high society families are, actually. It’s how we got as far as we did. The marking wouldn’t have appeared on you initially because it takes a while for a Cauldron made Fae to settle into their new skin, magic, and form. It’s likely that the bloodline marking is now showing up as you get older. However the old magic that runs in bloodlines like mine is thought by scholars to be being bred out over time.”

Feyre crosses her arms, resisting the urge to reach up and scratch the skin there, as though suddenly itched now that she knew she had shiny new glamor there. “It makes sense if it would have been genetic for you, but why would I have obtained one even with my connection to you? My blood is still human, still Cauldron made. I do not carry the ancient magic you suggest causes this. Especially if you believe that your family line has long since bred out that older magic.”

“You don’t,” he admitted, “but the marking will appear under . . . other circumstances. When other factors come into play.” He folded his hands, rubbing them together and not meeting her eyes.

“Rhys.” She reached her own hand out, hoping her touch soothed him. “Together. We can face whatever this is together — and you can tell me anything.”

“The only way I think the marking could have become present on your skin is if there was more than one ancient bloodline connected to you,” he admitted quietly, like saying it too loud would upset their peace. “Our mating bond may not have been enough to trigger if . . . But say another Fae with a bloodline of similar power comes into play. . .”

Feyre caught onto what Rhysand was saying very quick, the shock slapping into her, “Then it would trigger a reaction to my newer Fae genetics?” she guessed breathlessly. A third mate?

Her husband nodded and she reached out to enclose her hand with this. The warmth was a comfort to both of them in that moment. “It does not mean we aren’t still true mates,” he started, looking at her carefully, “but we must have somehow picked up her scent at some point.”

“Rhysand I —“ Feyre began to reassure him, to console him, but then paused, “— her scent?”

“It’s . . . different with the old magic. It lies dormant,” Rhysand explained as he led his wife back to bed and sat next to her on the mattress. “It only activates when a suitable mate has been scented. Like I said, it ties back to when we were living on baser instincts and our mating bonds were less decided by fate and the Cauldron, and more on this ancient, living magic.”

“So my mating bond to you is different than the mating bond we have with this person?” Feyre clarified, not angry, simply confused.

“In how it is formed carnally only, it will never change my bond with you nor will it make me desire you any less,” Rhysand assured her firmly, cupping her cheek and rubbing the jutted bone, beautiful and perfect in his eyes. “All I know is that we have a third, but because we’ve been out of the public for months . . .”

“It could have been anyone our friends’ scents dragged in,” Feyre finished, understanding. She felt comforted by Rhysand’s words but . . . But now that she allowed the words to fixate in her mind, she couldn’t help but lack anxiety in regard to her stability with Rhysand, only . . . Curiosity. Perhaps a need to understand.

Rhysand smiled sadly. “Yes. And whoever lies on the other end of the bond won’t be able to form a connection to us like we have to one another until we can . . . Consummate the bond, not unless we want to use our Daementi powers on them.”

“Is that more old magic at work?”

Rhysand nodded at her, and Feyre bit her lip. She thought over the entire binder of information Rhysand just threw on top of her. But honestly — thinking it over, it didn’t create an ugly animal of jealousy to think of their unnamed mate with Rhys. Or with her. Or with her and Rhys.

It was a lot, and maybe they needed to sleep a bit over it. To digest what this will mean for them as a couple, and for their dynamic, and for their family.

But Feyre’s gut told her nothing terrible could come from this — not if her mating with Rhysand was anything to go on.

Amren and Mor stared at each other three hours after Windweaver had made a hasty escape from the tavern, leaving them in her dust.

Rita had pretty much closed up around the two of them. She lived upstairs and Mor was someone who was trusted with a key if they stayed longer than Rita stayed open.

It was just them at their table, still sitting in complete silence as though afraid to speak aloud what they had experienced hours ago. What Windweaver had experienced.

“We should tell them,” Amren said for the fifth time as Mor brought the entire bottle of wine to her lips and drank.

“Why? I mean, I agree. Nothing comes from keeping information from our High Lord and Lady,” Mor said, head tilting back over the chair, “But do we want to put this stress on them? They were just discussing coming back out in the world. Feyre wants to take Nyx to meet other kids.”

“She has a mating mark of status. Old status, but status,” Amren ground out, and Mor could almost hear her canines gnashing against her other teeth.

“Yes, this is true.” Mor takes her feet off the table and leans close to Amren. “But do you know what bringing attention to this might mean? What it could do to her?”

Amren spun a ring — one of many and of little value to her, likely from Rhysand back when she was still a darker force much more dangerous than this one — on her index finger, long nail unbreaking against the metal.

“There are consequences to whatever actions we plan to take,” the darker haired female acknowledged begrudgingly. “But I dislike the ones that come with keeping this from Rhysand and Feyre.”

Mor hated to agree, but she couldn’t find it in her to disagree. She wanted Windweaver’s safety put at the top of their to-do list, but they’ll have to find a way to ensure that without keeping their High Lord and Lady in the dark about this.

“Fine,” Mor said, “we’ll bring it up. Tonight?”

Amren stole the bottle from her blonde friend, taking a swig from it. “If the girl’s still awake. She seems to go to bed early these days after the prince was born.”

Mor tapped her fingers along the tabletop. “Fine, tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow,” Amren agreed.

They stayed to finish the bottle, falling into a silence of two respected comrades and friends.

You wake with a gasp as sweat soaked your forehead and dripped down your temples like raindrops.

You clutched your chest where the weight you felt in your nightmare had struck you and glanced around you rapidly as the heartbeat in your ears timed with the feeling in your chest.

Enclosed walls, four. A wood flooring with a soft rug in the middle of the room. A soft thick quilt, patched, that you gave birth in and carried your daughter around in for two long years before carting her here in it.

Not in the Spring Court. Away from the sickly smell of fresh flowers in bloom all year around and constant lukewarm weather that was too little for you to feel alive.

It was still dark outside, but you could see the hints of dawn beginning to reveal itself over the horizon. No sun.

Your favorite time of day.

You pushed the sheets and quilt off, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes and sighing shakily as you gazed out the window for a moment to just take in the view.

You eventually got out of bed entirely; if you didn't you were at risk for not getting out at all for the rest of the day. That was not a type of day you could afford to have.

You went to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for Astra, and while the eggs cooked you got her up. "S'ello Mama," she garbled.

"Hi, baby," you greeted, kissing her forehead and smiling warmly as she stretched her little arms out. She blinked sleepily at you. "Eggs?"

"Eggs," you agreed, holding out your hand in offer. She looked at it with hesitation as she normally did when it came to touch; she was not a child who welcomed it on a normal scale and the first two and a half years of her life play a large role in that.

She finally deemed it acceptable to place her tiny hand in yours and you smile at her, guiding her into the kitchen where smoke was now rising in the pan. "Oh no," Astra dolled.

"Shit." You set her in her chair and race toward the burnt crisps that were once eggs sizzling in the pan. You looked forlornly at the charred bits and dumped them in the sink, and instead turned to your daughter.

"Do you want to go to Caspian's for breakfast, Astra?"

Immediately the little girl's eyes lit up and she attempted to stand in her chair, "Cassie! Cassie," she garbled as you quickly went over to grab her and set her down like she wanted.

"Okay," you laughed quietly. "Lets' get you and myself dressed and we'll go see Cassie."

One hour, a toddler trying not to crawl away from every outfit you picked out, and a faceful of makeup later, you found yourself walking down the street with a babbling Astra in your arms. She was fired up now that you were well and truly on your way to her favorite place to eat.

"Oh, really?" you asked her as you passed the glass displays in the large windows. She then stuck her finger at the particular pastry that was always displayed and remained her tried and true favorite.

You opened the door and pushed your way in, causing the bell above the entrance to ring out your arrival. It was a busier morning than usual -- you tend to come before the rush so that Astra doesn't get overwhelmed, but for some reason today you weren't able to beat such a rush.

You were behind two people; both of them were huddled together and had a small babe between them. A male and female, whispering to the giggling, pudgy faced youngling.

"Windweaver!" Cassie called as she came at a brisk drift out of the kitchen, covered in sugar and flour, "Welcome! And little Astra, too!"

Just as you made to greet her back, you were cut short by the couple turning around and looking you in the eyes.

"Windweaver?" The High Lord of the Night Court repeated softly, tilting his head in interest while his wife narrowed her gaze at you.

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