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Chapter 2.23 

Word count: 11126
Released on: May 7, 2017, 12:01 a.m.
Last edited: March 16, 2023, 5:58 p.m.
Book: Fae and Fare (2)
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Erin sat in her inn, covering her face. But when she took her hands away, the flowers were still there.
She should have seen it coming. Erin realized that in the obvious clarity of hindsight. Why would a bunch of tiny faeries be carrying around a pile of gold, and even if they did have gold, why would they give it to her when they could trick her?
Because that was what faeries did! Erin had read the stories. True—she was more of a Peter Pan fan than Brothers Grimm, but she vaguely recalled something about faerie gold now that she thought of it.
Everything she’d ever read about monsters and myths, from Harry Potter to that one book from the Spiderwick Chronicles she’d read while teaching chess to kids. Erin wished her memory were perfect, but [Perfect Recall] was apparently only perfect when it came to artsy things.
Everything she’d ever read about monsters and myths, from Harry Potter to that one book from the Spiderwick Chronicles she’d read while teaching chess to kids. Erin wished her memory were perfect, but [Perfect Recall] was apparently only perfect when it came to artsy things.
Song lyrics, lines from Romeo and Juliet—even movie quotes popped into Erin’s mind with ease if she concentrated. But books? Apparently, they didn’t count.
But none of that should have mattered, because Erin should have known better. It was just—she’d had that dream which had been almost true, and she’d been caught up in the past. She’d done something magical, so it was fine that she’d gotten caught up in the moment, right, right?
Erin looked at the pile of golden flowers.
This was unacceptable. This was horrible. This was a pile of her own coin and a day of frantic effort down the drain. All she’d gotten were…four levels. Which was great. But it wasn’t money, and Erin didn’t even know what those two skills she’d gotten did.
What were they again? Erin frowned and massaged her head. She was still waking up. Um. It was [Inn’s Aura] and…
What were they again? Erin frowned and massaged her head. She was still waking up. Um. It was [Inn’s Aura] and…
It was…[Wondrous Fare], right?
[Magical Cooking]? No, that wasn’t right. Clearly it was the other one. But what did it mean?
[Wondrous Fare]. Like food? Or bus fare?”
Erin imagined getting into a bus and giving the bus driver a handful of the magical gold coins the faeries had tricked her into accepting. Yeah. That would be nice.
Faint clicking of bone on floorboard made her turn around. Toren had entered the inn, looking around warily. He was probably wondering if she was hurt. Erin sighed.
Faint clicking of bone on floorboard made her turn around. Toren had entered the inn, looking around warily. He was probably wondering if she was hurt. Erin sighed.
“It’s fine, Toren. I uh, I just realized I got scammed, that’s all.’”
Toren looked at the pile of flowers and back at Erin. She picked up one and sniffed at it and then sneezed.
Toren looked at the pile of flowers and back at Erin. She picked up one and sniffed at it and then sneezed.
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