To begin with Adrian stood, looking through the window of the coffee shop. It was well known as the place where humans with fae magic went if they hadn’t got into the school and he from what he could see he was beginning to think the elders really had made a huge mistake. At least three people had real wings, not just glamoured ones, there were more people with shapeshifter blood in there than he’d ever seen before, and thanks to his cousin Naida he could see a half-mer too. Sighing, he dropped his glamour, knowing it was how it would be accepted, before using a lightly shaking hand to open the door.
By the time Adrian had reached the short queue seven different people had smiled at him. Normally when he was showing his shifter blood no one smiled at him, apart from his friends, and they were total strangers. He didn’t know if anyone would still be smiling at him when they found out he was full blood fae, but Queen Willow had been correct. The elders were too focused on keeping the half bloods out to realise what was happening. She hadn’t been sure the elders would care even if they did find out. After a long conversation with her, Alder, and River, it was obvious that she cared.
Trying to seem nonchalant Adrian lent against the wall, taking in the different groups of people. The half-mer man was sitting with three of the shifters, a winged female, and two others who were using their magic to create illusions on the table. It wasn’t strange to see someone with fae blood creating illusions, because it was something they often did for fun, but to see the others there was. Most of the winged fae wouldn’t be seen dead around someone with mixed blood, even though having wings meant they had mixed blood themselves. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
“Hi,” a female voice said, startling him.
Adrian turned to look at the girl who was in front of him. “Hi,” he replied, taking in her cat ears and tail.
“I haven’t seen you here before.”
“It’s my first visit. Are you a regular?”
She smiled. “I’ve been coming here since before it became known as a coffee shop for mixed bloods.” She held her hand out. “I’m Phoebe.”
After a moment of worry Adrian took her hand and shook it. “I’m Adrian.”
“It’s nice to meet you. What brings you here?”
“I heard it was the place to come if you were a bit different,” he replied, finding a truth he could tell her. “I…” He trailed off, biting his lip. “My family aren’t comfortable with me being a half blood and I thought I might find people here I could relate with.”
Phoebe’s eyes filled with sympathy. “There are a lot of people who come here that have the same problem. A lot of them don’t have a home any more because they’re obviously not entirely human and no one seems to want to do anything about it. To the humans we’re the faes’ problem, but the fae think we’re the humans’ problem.” She sighed. “Matt, the mer-dude, lived in an orphanage until he was sixteen and then they kicked him out.”
Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.