Thursday, September 1, 2022

A Fae in the Drive Thru

 By Lecian Yavetil

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Why do I have to do this again? Xieranon knew the question was pointless, but he had long found that asking a question silently was an excellent way to relieve excess stress caused by situations outside of his control. If he didn’t relieve the stress in some other—unnoticeable—way, then he might accidentally reveal it in his expression. At that point, he’d be so hopelessly behind the rest of his Court that he’d have to give up and live openly, like a human, so mental conversations it was.

Because it is my Queen’s order, he answered himself. Unanswered questions might increase stress instead of relieving it, so it was best to answer them quickly. Or rather—fae can’t lie, even in their heads, so he quickly had to modify his phrasing—her chancellor gave me this assignment, and explicitly told me that the Queen wanted it.

Grimly, he stared at the location of his assignment from the roof of a nearby building as he mentally tugged at his invisibility charm, making sure it hid him from sight. Moving quickly, he spurred his mount down to ground level and moved a little closer to observe the proper etiquette required for the task he was assigned. Finding an appropriately out-of-the-way spot to stand in, he stopped and checked his charm again.

Why did it have to be me, though? Or—he knew that it was just chance he was the unlucky fae chosen, and again revised the question—why does it always have to be a noble? This is just beneath our dignity!

Because none of the common fae can be mistaken for humans, he answered himself again, and half of them wouldn’t have the wits to maintain a proper glamour, either. Taking a long breath and releasing it again, Xieranon nudged his mount into the proper position and released his invisibility, simultaneously crafting a detailed glamour to take its place. Moving forward slightly, he followed the example of the humans he had watched in preparation for his task. 

“Welcome to McDonald’s, would you like to try—”

“You can order whenever you’re ready,” a different voice interrupted the first, supplying the phrase that Xieranon had recently discovered meant to tell the tall pole next to him what food he had come for.

“A number four with a large Coke, and a number seven with a large root beer,” Xieranon rattled off the order the chancellor had told him before he’d left the palace that morning.

“Alright, that’s a crispy buttermilk chicken meal with a large Coke, and a fish fillet meal with a large root beer, do I have that right?” The second voice read back to him.

“Yes,” Xieranon replied simply, as all the other humans had.

“Okay, you can go ahead and pull around to the next window, then. Thanks!”

Xieranon eyed the pole disapprovingly while carefully maintaining a calm expression. It really should be more cautious than to offer a fae such an easy opening. Oh well, I suppose there aren’t many situations where I could actually use the service of such a tall, obviously immobile pole. No matter it’s apparent sentience to be able to serve the humans in such a way.

Continuing forward, he paid at the next window, and picked the food up at the last.  Finally, it’s done. Now he just had to deliver the food to the queen’s chancellor and remember to avoid appearing in the castle at the times when the “volunteer” to pick up the queen’s food was chosen.

~

“Lord Xieranon, did your hearing fail, or were the directions I gave you too complicated? The queen’s fries were cold! I am rather sure that I told you to make sure it was made fresh.”

Xieranon nearly frowned, but he managed to catch the expression a moment before it reached his face, “I gave the pole the order you told me, a number four with a large Coke and a number seven with a large root beer.”

The chancellor, a changeling the queen had selected for her knowledge of human society, sighed deeply, once again nearly causing Xieranon to frown. It’s like she doesn’t even care whether someone uses her emotions against her.

“It’s no problem, Sylvia,” A gentle sounding voice called.

“My queen,” All the fae in the room bowed as one to the newcomer as she stepped through the doorway, a small smile on her face. She waved her hand for them to rise and turned back to her chancellor and the lord she was addressing.

“After all, he’s already brought the food back. It would be a waste if it weren’t eaten,” the queen continued. She paused, and her smile briefly grew more pronounced and mischievous before she quickly schooled it back to her more subdued, royal expression, “However,” She continued, “as it seems Lord Xieranon could use some more familiarity with the operation of fast food establishments, I believe he should be the one to collect my breakfast in the morning.”

A chuckle sounded in the room, and all the fae present turned to look at the female who had made the sound. “Is something amusing, Miss Nireia Laurel?”

The human laughed again, smiling quite cheekily at the fae queen of the Day Court, “Not yet. Ask me again in a few weeks.”

~

“Welcome to McDonald’s, would you like to try our caramel macchiato?” The pole queried. Xieranon nearly huffed in annoyance. It had been a week since the first time he was selected to purchase the queen’s lunch from the strange human establishment called a “drive thru,” and as yet, he had not managed to retrieve an “order” with adequate accuracy to finally excuse him from this demeaning task.

“Just a—yaaagh!—moment, please!” The second voice requested. Curious, Xieranon inspected the pole for any signs it might display of being in a difficult position. It was, as always, standing upright and with no apparent issues. However, by this point it was several times in his debt, and he reasoned that he might as well show some concern for its future ability to repay that debt.

“Might you be in some kind of difficulty at the moment?” He questioned carefully. No reason to give it the impression that he cared about it. By this point, he could easily negotiate its debt into an indentured servitude if he wished.

“Just a—urgh—little,” the same voice replied again, sounding slightly out of breath.

Xieranon inspected the pole again. Still no differences that he could see. “Very well. I shall wait until you are prepared to begin the order.”

“No problem! Just a second, aaaand. Yep! I’m ready!”

“The order is…”

~

“Welcome to—” The first voice began.

“Could you wait a few minutes, please?” the second voice interrupted, sounding slightly strained.

Xieranon resisted the urge to inspect the pole. “Very well. I shall wait until you are prepared to begin the order.” 

It was now nearly two weeks since he had first been chosen to visit this human establishment to acquire the queen’s “fast food,” and three days ago he had finally managed to retrieve the necessary quality of food for the queen’s supper. Upon which the chancellor had told him, much too obviously gleefully, that the queen had said he should continue fetching it indefinitely so as to avoid wasting his new “expertise.”

“Oh, it’s you!” The voice exclaimed. “Let’s see, it’s breakfast, so you’ll be wanting the two for three and a big breakfast with hotcakes, sub round egg, and everything fresh, right?”

“That is correct,” Xieranon replied, carefully ignoring the half-truth that he was the one who desired the food. He wished to collect it for his queen, so it was true enough for him to ignore.

“Got it, I’ll tell the kitchen you’re here! You can pull around to the next window, and I’ll ring you up there,” The voice directed him. Xieranon gave in to the impulse to inspect the pole again, this time checking to see if it had grown legs or been attached to wheels since he had been there the night before. 

He debated for several more moments before he finally decided that at this point, there was very little the pole could do to clear their debt and he could comfortably question it without worrying it would be held over his head. “Last time I came it was a human who ‘rang me up.’ Has this duty perhaps been simplified to the point an articulate pole can do so?”

The voice fell silent for a few minutes, and then requested in a strained tone of voice, “Could you pull around, please?”

Xieranon considered this request for a moment before wordlessly cuing his mount forward. When he reached the first window a female was leaning out of it, looking at him thoughtfully. He was familiar with her, over the past week and a half she had often been the one in charge of “cashing him out,” but rarely had she looked at him as if she could see through his glamour, as she was now.

“Hello again,” She greeted him, almost as if by reflex. She hesitated a moment, then asked the question he had been working to prevent for the entirety of his recent exposure to human society, “You’re not… human, are you?”

“That is an odd question to ask another human, is it not?” Xieranon commented instead of asked, wary. Humans were vaguely aware that they were not the only ones living on this plane, but any kind of direct revelation was strictly avoided. The current Day Court queen being a near exception, of course.

“Only if you truly are human,” she replied, her eyes searching his face for the emotions he kept buried deep in a place they would not show. Releasing a long breath as if bracing herself for something, she told him, “The pole where you give your orders is neither intelligent nor articulate. The first voice you usually hear is a recording, what we call an auto-greeter. The second voice, the one who reads your order back to you or asks for clarifications, is a human whose voice is carried to you through a speaker.”

Xieranon remained silent, unsure what she intended to gain by providing him with information that she seemed to think was common for humans to know. 

She took a deep breath, and then told him, “For the past week and a half, I have been the second voice taking your orders for breakfast and lunch.”

There were a few minutes of complete silence as she waited for Xieranon to work his way through the implications of that statement. That was… unexpected, he considered, thinking about it, I certainly wasn’t expecting it to be a human. That is… far more useful to have in my debt than an immobile pole with the ability to speak. He examined her carefully as the silence stretched on, taking stock of this new resource at his disposal. She looks… a little young, for a human. I suppose I’ll have to wait for her to grow older before I can collect on her debt with anything useful. But…

“I see,” he said slowly. He nodded, a sharp movement that slipped out before he could catch it, then seemed to refocus on her face.

“Did you actually inform the kitchen of my order?” he queried, evading the question that still hung unanswered between them. She blinked, then nodded in understanding.

Turning back to her screen, she quickly pushed several buttons as she replied, “Yes, it should be ready after another minute or so. Your total is—”

She hesitated as she went to hand him his change. “I-I won’t avoid this debt. When you decide how you want it paid, I will follow your orders to the best of my ability.”

Xieranon eyed her again as he deposited the change in the coin purse he had been given to make the purchase. Yes, it would be best to wait until she has reached maturity. A child makes for a poor servant, as they are limited in physical ability and often require discipline, he decided, and turned away without answering. Still, I will need to inform the queen of this, he acknowledged to himself with some disappointment.

~

“So you have a human McDonald’s worker in your debt,” The chancellor summed up, raising her eyebrow in an excessive display of emotion that nearly caused a muscle in Xieranon’s eyelid to twitch. It seems I should pay more attention to my control. Seeing the chancellor’s over-expressiveness seems to be wearing off on me.

“I didn’t think it was all that important, but I’m glad you agree with me, Sylvia,” The queen told her chancellor, smiling benignly.

Apparently, the queen’s constant companion did not deem the smile nearly as benign as Xieranon had assumed it was, for she hastily corrected herself, “I don’t mean to say that it is useless to us, indebted servants can often prove themselves in unexpected ways. However, as the girl is still very young, I do not think she will be of much use. Humans give their own young very little power, and even as adults they must fight for any power they wish to acquire.”

But the girl may yet be helpful to us,” The queen said, a thoughtful look crossing her eyes before she turned back to Xieranon. “You will continue as you have done so far, but tomorrow you will give the girl a message. Tell her that to repay her debt she must…”

Xieranon listened carefully to the queen’s order, and once she had finished he barely managed to withhold a protest. As if she could read his thoughts, she smiled gently at him. “As compensation for losing your servant,” She continued, “Once she has completed her task you may be relieved of your responsibilities to make my fast food runs.”

~

 And that is why the adventurous of heart might encounter a small building with a familiar double arch hidden deep in the woods of North Dakota. The foolhardy might dare to step inside such an obviously faery residence to find a seemingly normal establishment, despite its remote location. 

However, if they were to tarry long enough, they would soon see the seemingly normal customers have slightly odd habits, such as speaking in rhymes, or paying for their food in gold coins. Most will not stay long enough to observe these things, for the place has a certain atmosphere that discourages even the foolhardy from loitering for long.

After all, this place was built so that the fae could enjoy a taste of human culture without venturing among humans for themselves. The only human who is tolerated there is the owner, a young woman who had worked her way up from a common crew member to store owner as a way to pay off a debt.

 

About the Author
Lecian Yavetil is an aspiring author who is currently studying in preparation to transfer to Franciscan University of Steubenville in the fall 2022. She enjoys everything fantasy and loves finding the ways that the legends could be twisted slightly to understand them in entirely new ways.

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