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"How To Give Faerie Quests" by cookybananas324
Baelia ran through the streets of Faerieland, lungs burning, hoping as hard as she could that she wouldn’t be too late. The bus had been behind schedule, and now so was she. At least she hadn’t gotten on the wrong bus or missed her stop; she’d never really had to use the Faerieland transit system back when she’d been a light faerie, and she’d had a few mixups while learning to use public transportation. At last, Baelia burst into the community center. “Good morning,” said the Faerie Lenny receptionist at the front desk. “Can I help you?” “Y-yes,” said Baelia, trying to catch her breath. She glanced at the clock on the wall—she was already five minutes late. “I need to get to the, um, Quest-Giving Certification class.” “Right down that hallway, second door to the left,” said the Lenny, pointing. “Th-thanks,” said Baelia. She hurried down the hall, but hesitated at the door. She heard a voice from inside that was probably the instructor; there was probably no chance she could slip inside without being noticed. After wasting at least half-a-minute trying to gather her nerve, Baelia forced herself to open the door and try to enter as quietly as possible. “Ah, Baelia,” said the instructor—a tall, willowy air faerie with blue cat-eye glasses and ash-blonde hair pulled into a high bun—as soon as Baelia entered. “Glad you made it. I was starting to worry.” Baelia’s cheeks warmed. “Sorry,” she managed. “Don’t worry about it,” said the instructor. “Here’s the class materials.” She offered a few stapled-together papers to Baelia, who reflexively took them. “Take whatever seat you like,” the instructor continued. “I’m Lissabella, daughter of Kyralis, student of Ursalee, and I’ll be instructing your quest-giving certification class today. I was just going over the illustrious history of quest-giving before diving into all the nitty-gritty details of modern-day faerie quests.” Still flushing, both from the run here and embarrassment, Baelia slid into the closest seat...
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