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Chapter 3.04
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Ivolethe
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When I came down with Ivolethe on my shoulder Erin freaked out. |
Erin Solstice
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When I came down with Ivolethe on my shoulder Erin freaked out. |
Ivolethe
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She doesn’t do subtle. As every eye turns to me I glance at Ivolethe. The small fairy is just sitting on my shoulder, looking around with keen interest. |
Erin Solstice
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I have to smile as Erin tries to shield herself with a serving tray as a shield. She really, really can’t do subtle. I wait for someone to ask what Erin’s looking at— |
Erin Solstice
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I have to smile as Erin tries to shield herself with a serving tray as a shield. She really, really can’t do subtle. I wait for someone to ask what Erin’s looking at— |
Agnes
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Until I realize they’re still staring. Everyone. Agnes, the guests, the two barmaids—everyone. And they’re looking directly at Ivolethe. |
Ivolethe
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Until I realize they’re still staring. Everyone. Agnes, the guests, the two barmaids—everyone. And they’re looking directly at Ivolethe. |
Ivolethe
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“Hey Ivolethe. Can the others…see you?” |
Agnes
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Agnes exclaims in tones of ringing horror. Yep. They can hear Ivolethe, too. I stare at Erin. She stares at me. |
Ivolethe
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Agnes exclaims in tones of ringing horror. Yep. They can hear Ivolethe, too. I stare at Erin. She stares at me. |
Erin Solstice
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Agnes exclaims in tones of ringing horror. Yep. They can hear Ivolethe, too. I stare at Erin. She stares at me. |
Ryoka Griffin
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“Wait, where are the rest of them, Ryoka?” |
Erin Solstice
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“I’ll uh—explain in a bit. Can we get a seat, Erin? Agnes?” |
Agnes
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“I’ll uh—explain in a bit. Can we get a seat, Erin? Agnes?” |
Erin Solstice
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That breaks the spell. In a few seconds I’m seated in the center of the room, while everyone tries to cluster around me asking questions. I hate it. I try to relocate to a corner of the room, but Erin won’t hear of it and Agnes is beaming. She probably smells another attraction for the inn. |
Agnes
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That breaks the spell. In a few seconds I’m seated in the center of the room, while everyone tries to cluster around me asking questions. I hate it. I try to relocate to a corner of the room, but Erin won’t hear of it and Agnes is beaming. She probably smells another attraction for the inn. |
Ivolethe
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Ivolethe looks unconcerned as well. She stares up at the Humans around us, older men and women mostly, mostly married couples or travelers, and sniffs. I’ll say this for her and the other faeries; they’ve all got the air of little queens, with the arrogance to match. |
Erin Solstice
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No one moves. Even Erin’s staring with fascination at Ivolethe as she sits on my shoulder. I clear my throat. |
Ivolethe
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No one moves. Even Erin’s staring with fascination at Ivolethe as she sits on my shoulder. I clear my throat. |
Ivolethe
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No one moves. Ivolethe scowls. For my part, I’m at a loss. Normally my…charming disposition helps scare away even the friendliest busybody, but these people are too fascinated by her. One of them, a burly man with massive forearms, speaks. |
Erin Solstice
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I open my mouth at the same time Erin does, but both of us pause. This world doesn’t know about the fae? Even though there are actual faeries that visit regularly? Ivolethe sits up with indignation on my shoulder. |
Ivolethe
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I open my mouth at the same time Erin does, but both of us pause. This world doesn’t know about the fae? Even though there are actual faeries that visit regularly? Ivolethe sits up with indignation on my shoulder. |
Ivolethe
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Some of the other onlookers look closer at Ivolethe. To her credit, she shows not a whit of fear. Can faeries even feel fear? When have I ever seen them even acting afraid? Oh yeah. When they were facing down a fire-breathing Dragon. Shit. |
Erin Solstice
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Erin looks scared. She told me the faeries once threw an avalanche into her old inn when Pisces bothered them. I…don’t want to see that here. |
Pisces Jealnet
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Erin looks scared. She told me the faeries once threw an avalanche into her old inn when Pisces bothered them. I…don’t want to see that here. |
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