The Portly Pegasus Inn: Some Unexpected Trouble and a New Drink

the nix

It’s not enough just to enter Faerie—it has to be done at the right spot, or it would be much smarter to stay home.

Of course, as long as people know how to cross, no one can stop them from wandering around on their own. Plenty of humans see nothing but the breathtaking beauty of the land, and they let their guard down. Or they thought they were too smart, too tough to need help.

But if someone wanted to be truly smart, they’d start with a trip to the Portly Pegasus Inn. It lies just inside the human section of New Haven, located in Lady Nerina’s demesne. Not only is it against the law to hunt humans there, the inn has become a place where travelers share tips for dealing with the land’s unearthly residents.

Because Faerie’s incredible beauty has never been safe…


“Prepare yourselves to be astounded and amazed. Crossings so smooth, they’re like flying!” Elise tucked her braid into the collar of her shirt and gazed down at the Pegasus common room from the railing above that lined it on three sides. A decent-sized crowd looked back up at her—hopefully they’d think her trick was worth enough to cover her room for tonight.

She picked the spot she’d need on the floor below—a particular knot in the oak floorboards. Maybe this wasn’t the smartest thing she’d ever done…

Too late for that. And it should be just like practice.

Repeating that, Elise climbed the rail and jumped off.

She had only enough time to register the crowd gasping before she shifted, and her thick, cushy mattress at home absorbed the impact of her fall. That was the tricky part—making sure she didn’t build up more velocity than her mattress could handle.

She jumped out of bed and positioned herself on the floor, ready for a pirouette. Jeans were definitely not the optimal costume for this, but she pictured the common room of the Pegasus anyway. When she felt the oak floorboards beneath her leather flats again, she spun around several turns before coming to a stop. And with a sweeping arm gesture, she gave a deep bow.

“Now that was something to see,” a thirtyish gal said to her friend standing on her right.

“I wonder if she gives lessons,” the friend replied, and that was music to Elise’s ears.

The coins were starting to ping and plink their way into the old bowler hat Hal had placed on the bar, with a gratifying tempo to the patter. But some lesson fees on top of that would be a welcome windfall, and so many could use some instruction. To be able to cross between worlds at a moment’s notice—that was the one ability that so often decided the difference between life and death for a human in Faerie.

The trickle of coins ceased, and Hal dumped them out on the bar. All anyone could guess about Hal’s age was somewhere in his fifties, but he still possessed a lean, whipcord frame and an air of absolute physical competence. His grizzled iron-gray hair shot with silver framed a dark face, currently frowning as he counted up the take.

“Well, did I make enough?” she asked when he reached the end.

He made a rocking gesture with one hand. “Nearly.”

She blew at a lock of brunette bang that had flopped down over her eye. “Then I’ll cover the rest. I’ve got to spend a night in Faerie. I’ve been dealing with a three-day headache, and I’m down to my last Vicodin.”

Hal winced. “Well, feel free to sleep in tomorrow. I don’t need the room till midafternoon.”

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept late—it sounded wonderfully decadent. “Thanks.”

But the next day, when she toddled downstairs about a half-hour before noon—still technically morning—Elise discovered the plot had thickened.

“Didn’t you tell me you’d waited tables before?” Hal asked as Elise scooted her leather stool up to the oak bar.

“Sure, I went to college,” she replied. A mug of coffee appeared, almost like magic, and Elise grabbed the matching pitcher from the bar to add a dollop of milk.

“Well, if you’d like that coffee on the house, and a meal to go with it, I’ve got a proposal,” Hal said. A plated muffin appeared, butter and all, even more smoothly than the coffee had.

Elise considered Hal through narrowed eyes. “Is that a raisin cinnamon muffin?”

“Would I offer you anything else?”

Elise grabbed the plate and pulled it toward her. “Okay, then. How many shifts do you need covered?”

“It depends. Are you only filling in this weekend, or would you consider a more permanent arrangement? Amanda just quit—her baby’s due in a few weeks.”

Elise’s eyebrows shot up. “Good—she looks like she’s ready to burst. Do any perks come with the job?”

Hal nodded. “For holding down Saturday night and Sunday afternoon, I’ll throw in meals and a room while you’re working. For two nights every week.”

Elise took a bite of muffin and chewed with a faraway look in her eye. “I don’t think I’ve taken enough Vicodin to fry my liver, but there’s no point in pushing it. Maybe regular nights in Faerie will be enough to chase my headaches away for good.”

She’d been living with them for years, but she could remember a time when she didn’t need backup plans for everything in case she needed to go lock herself in a dark room. Faerie’s healing powers weren’t miraculous—enough humans had died there to prove that—but plenty of people had reported improvement over a host of relatively minor ills, everything from acne to asthma. And she’d had a night in Faerie stop a headache in its tracks before. The thought of being a normal person seemed impossible, like there must be a catch. Surely nothing this precious could simply fall into her lap.

But she couldn’t mistrust Hal—so many humans owed their lives to his advice, and on occasion, the dagger on his hip, or at least his skill with it.

And it was just waiting tables. Seriously, what could go wrong? If she made a mistake, world-altering consequences weren’t likely to ensue. “What time do I start?” she asked.

A boiled egg and a sliced apple joined the muffin on the table, and Hal coughed. “As soon as you finish,” he said apologetically, and Elise laughed.

“Well, since the night in Faerie chased my pain away, it looks like I’m ready to join the Pegasus crew.”

The novelty of seeing the Pegasus from the other side—the one focused on keeping food and drink on the tables—had her listening to the conversations in the common room with a renewed appreciation. She smiled, remembering how the first time she’d come, she’d sat here in a daze, wanting to believe it was all true, desperately hoping that Faerie could be real.

Tonight, a drifter named Gerald sat front and center, wearing a battered leather cowboy hat and oilskin duster. To listen to his stories, he’d fought Fae, dwarves, dragons—anyone who’d stand still long enough for him to wave a sword at them. However, for all his professed fondness for combat, he seemed to spend a lot of time in Lady Nerina’s demesne, where he was required to keep his sword in its scabbard. But in any case, his stories were interesting.

In the far corner, across from the kitchens, next to the battered black piano, sat a teenage boy who’d recently figured how to cross, and a girl he was trying to impress by taking her to fairyland. These were a responsibility, one that cropped up on a regular basis.

Hal would have a talk with the boy and make sure he understood not to take new travelers anywhere but the Pegasus. Hal didn’t like it when kids brought people across who couldn’t look after themselves, but it was far better they came to the inn than anywhere else. And someone—it had been Elise several times—would try to explain the rudiments of crossing to the newcomer. Hunting humans might be technically illegal now, but she would bet plenty of Fae would still look the other way.

She grabbed a tray loaded with bowls of beef stew and began passing them out to a table on the south wall, under the long row of windows. “And if you can believe it,” one guy in a flannel checkered shirt was telling his friends, “they have actual dragons here, with hoards of gold. Only the dragons aren’t huge, like in the stories. A human could maybe defeat them.”

Elise snorted. “If you think the average human could take on something that’s still the size of a grizzly bear. One that can fly. Or if you believe that Lady Nerina’s guards—or the other dragons—would tolerate theft.” She placed the last bowl on the table and stood up straight. “There’s no easy money in Faerie.” Just staying alive could be a struggle at times.

She loaded up the tray with dishes from another table and pushed the swinging oak doors to the kitchen with her shoulder. “Another load, Maisie,” she said, setting her heavy tray down on the counter. But the familiar mop of sandy blonde hair was nowhere to be seen, and the dishes were piling up.

Grumbling under her breath, Elise loaded her plates to soak in hot, soapy water. However, to do that, she first had to move the soapy dishes to a tub of fresh rinse water, and that left her with a washtub full of graywater with no sink left to pour it into.

“Maisie, you totally owe me for this,” Elise said as she hauled the washtub outside. The heaviness of the tub made her awkward, and water sloshed over the edges as she stumbled over the threshold. She peered around and spotted an apple tree only twenty feet away. That would do nicely.

But all hell broke loose when she dumped the graywater on the gnarled roots. A high-pitched screeching, like nails being scraped over a blackboard only far worse, caused her to drop the washtub and cover her ears. The screeching grew louder, and now tiny cuts were being inflicted on her. She hazarded a glimpse, and a diminutive being, like a fairy tale drawing of a water sprite, and about the same size, was stabbing at her with a needle-like tiny sword.

“Hey, whatever I did wrong, I’m sorry, okay? Look, just let me go back inside.” Elise batted ineffectually at the vengeful being. “OW, that really hurt! Forget this.” She shifted briefly back to her bedroom at home. As soon as her tormentor felt Elise start to shift, she let go. Then Elise was free to shift back to the Pegasus kitchen where Maisie was watching through the open door with wide eyes.

“Oh, Elise, that’s bad,” she said, twisting her hands in her apron. “The Nix make bad enemies. Even the Fae give in to them.”

Elise closed the door. “What are the Nix?”

“You don’t know about nixies?” Maisie said incredulously. “Every stream, river, and pond has its own guardian. And they don’t let anyone mess with their little domain.”

Elise nodded. “Okay, I’ve heard about them before. But what’s the problem? I dumped the graywater on the apple tree.”

Maisie winced. “I don’t think the Nix know about recycling graywater, Elise. You’d better tell Hal about this.”

“Great. I guess this means it won’t just blow over?”

Maisie shook her head. “I’ve never heard of a nixie letting a grudge go for no reason.”

Elise trudged out front and found Hal behind the bar, filling glasses of beer. “Here, take this to that group of reenactors over there,” he said, pushing a tray at her.

Elise blinked, then shot a disbelieving look over her shoulder. A table of gray-clad faux soldiers had indeed taken over the center tables. When she turned back to talk to Hal, he’d already moved on with another tray.

It took some time to get Hal’s attention, but when the message finally got through, he collapsed onto a bench and dropped his head in his hands. “I suppose it’s way too much to hope for,” he said, “that you’re just messing with me.”

“So do you want to fire me, or would you rather I quit?” she asked.

That got him to raise his head. “Don’t be ridiculous. I want you to take over the bar while I try to sort things out.”

She tried to protest that mixing drinks wasn’t an area of strength, but he’d already made a beeline for the kitchen.

Then she also tried to trade jobs with her fellow servers, citing personal incompetence, but to no avail. Sara shrugged and said, “I grew up Mormon. The only thing I know how to mix is fruit punch.” And Brian drank only wine and beer.

Meanwhile, customers started firing drink requests at her, although she was pretty sure some of them were just messing with her.

“Hanky Panky is definitely NOT being served at this bar tonight, thank you very much.” She rummaged around behind the counter, looking at what kinds of liquor Hal stocked. Most of it was the usual suspects from our world—gin, vodka, whisky, and rum, although she did find a large cask labeled blackberry wine. Then she climbed up onto the bar and stood there, and the room gradually quieted, although that was probably because people were hoping she’d jump off it.

“Okay, unfortunately for all of you, Hal put me in charge of drinks.” A series of groans greeted this pronouncement. “About the only time I ever made cocktails was in college, and even then, it was only zombies and screwdrivers. But the good news is I always made them strong.” A few scattered cheers showed that she potentially had their attention.

“So, we’ll be trying a new drink tonight. It’s the only drink we’ll be serving other than wine or beer, and due to its incredible potency, I think the bar is going to cut you off at three to a customer.” Some actual boos greeted this plan.

“Ah, but just wait. You haven’t seen me mix one of these babies yet.” She pulled out a glass tumbler and filled it halfway with gin and vodka. She held the colorless mixture up to the light, considered her options, and finished it off with blackberry wine. “There you go. Three drinks in one—who’s going to try it first?”

“I will,” said an amused female voice, although it took some time to locate the owner. Jillen stood no more than three-and-a-half feet tall, and her blonde hair and blue eyes might lead some to believe she was harmless. Judging her by her appearance would be unwise, though, because as a hob, she could likely shift between worlds in her sleep better than Elise could on her best day.

“I await your verdict, dear lady,” Elise said with a sweeping gesture to the glass on the counter.

Jillen downed it in a few swallows and set it down with an approving nod. “I like it. It needs a name.”

“Easy,” Elise said. “The Nix. Absolutely lethal.” She showed her battered hand to the hob and gave her a quick rundown of how her evening had gone. “Any chance I could get you to help me mix them? Yours will be on the house.”

Jillen grinned. “Well, I think I’d better. I don’t see you keeping up with this crowd otherwise.”

Much to Elise’s surprise, over the course of the night the drink turned out to be very popular. “I can’t believe people are drinking their limit,” she told Jillen. “One glass would do me in.”

“Fair lady, I wish to offer you a toasht,” one tipsy reveler declared as he staggered up to the bar.

“Well, I think he’s done in,” Jillen said, and turning to the man, added, “Why don’t we have a glass of water over here in the corner? Doesn’t that sound nice?” She filled a tumbler at the sink and led the man away.

But as the bar rush was definitely over, that hardly mattered. Hal trudged back and flopped down on a stool. “Well, due to my heroic efforts, you can step outside without being attacked. But if I were you, I’d make an apology soon. Not tonight, though.” He looked around the room. “What on earth did you give them? They all look completely tanked.”

“A brand-new drink,” Elise said. At least something had gone right. She explained the ingredients to Hal.

“A variation on the Aunt Roberta,” he noted with professional interest. “Not for everyone, but a worthy addition to the Pegasus.”

Elise grinned. “You’re going to keep it?”

“Once something has a name, it takes on a life of its own,” he replied. “And people like to be present when something new is made—it makes them feel like they’re keeping up with the world.”

She stayed up for hours that night, wracking her brain, trying to think of what might be a meaningful apology to a Nix, and the next day, Elise brought a large basket back to the Pegasus and set it down under the apple tree. “This is my seashell collection,” she informed the empty air, hoping the Nix was listening. “I picked them up on a lot of beaches over the years. I have gaper clam shells, some abalone, and lots of cockles in different colors. I thought that since you like water, you might like these, too. I’ve always thought they were beautiful.”

“That was nice,” Jillen said from behind her, and Elise jumped.

“Well, at least I didn’t get attacked,” she replied, trying to recover her composure. She brushed a finger over the topmost shell. “It’s important not to get too attached to things,” she said wistfully, “but I hope the Nix actually likes them.”

“Gifts are like that,” Jillen said. “We always hope they matter. But part of giving a gift is letting go of it ourselves.”

Elise returned to her life back home, chasing a paycheck from a cubicle during the week, and when she returned the following weekend, before she could even get her apron on, Jillen was waiting for her and led her outside. Maisie smiled as she opened the kitchen door for them.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” asked Elise.

“You tell me,” Jillen replied as she rounded a large mulberry bush, bringing the stream on the other side within eyeshot.

Elise followed her and gasped. What had been a very ordinary little waterfall before, a distance of perhaps five feet onto rounded granite river rocks, was now a lacy confection draping across the rocky face. Shells had been set into the rock, and each one diverted a trickle of water, with all of them intertwining and reflecting the sun above into prisms of light.

“It’s incredible,” Elise cried. “Like sculpting in water itself.”

She caught a glimpse of a graceful form, clad in flowing garments like falling leaves. It kissed her cheek and vanished into the stream.


This tale is meant to be the first in a series centered around a Faerie world that runs parallel to ours. The inn is an homage to the Gavagan’s Bar collection by L. Sprague de Camp and Fletcher Pratt. I’ve got a couple of longer stories written as well, so I hope the characters introduced here will sustain your interest for more than just this single tale. : )

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29 comments on “The Portly Pegasus Inn: Some Unexpected Trouble and a New Drink
  1. JM Williams says:

    Very nice! 🙂 Keep it up! I need to find some time to get back to writing.

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  2. Lovely story, Cathleen. Didn’t know you knew JM. He’s a pretty clever guy, over there in South Korea! Maybe I met him through you?

    When’s the next book up?

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  4. D.L. Finn, Author says:

    This was fun, Cathleen! I liked the characters and can’t wait to see what other adventures they have, especially Elise. I would love to have the shell waterfall nearby.

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  5. Wonderful story, Cathleen. What fun. The introduction was a perfect hook. I read at the end that you have more in the works. That’s awesome. A future book?

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    • Yes! to the book, and I want it to be the freebie that starts a series. I wrote a novella in the same world during Nano earlier this year, and I’ve got a novel outlined. I think I really need a series to have much of a chance writing fantasy.

      Although I’m thinking of a twist in the branding of my short story collections. I could market them as a series. Currently I’ve been thinking of: Fantasy Worlds and Faerie Tales #1-3, starting with Dragon Hoard as #1. Then To the Victor, and then the one I’ve been working on this year that needs just one 5k story to be done drafting. And then editing, of course. I hope to send it your way before much longer. : )

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      • Sounds great, Cathleen. And branding the three books as a collection or series is a great idea. It can’t hurt at all. A freebie story to kick it off is a nice hook. I’ll be traveling for the last two weeks of October, so that time isn’t great, but any other time… I’m on it. Excited to read.

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        • Hope you have a great trip. Relax…unwind…all that good stuff. : )

          I’m not fussed about release dates–I don’t think they matter much at my sales levels. And about the only thing that will change that is advertising, and to do that effectively you need series… Anyway, I’m working on it.

          And thanks for stepping once more into the beta trenches. ❤

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        • Feel free to send it to me in installments too if you have some of the stories ready and it’s convenient for you. 🙂

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  6. willowdot21 says:

    Lovely story Cathleen and I really believe in the characters already!

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  7. aebranson says:

    This story was an enchanting mixture of Celtic mythology and Tolkien (with Jillen playing a big role in the latter). My curiosity has been stirred: Exactly how does one travel between worlds? Are all humans ‘invaders’ and that is why they were hunted? And if so, did some (like Hal seems to be) still decide to become permanent residents? You’ve established a very nice hook here, and hopefully we’ll see some more glimpses of Faerie in future Blog Battles. Fun read!

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    • Thanks, AE. My version of crossing over into Faerie is that it’s a human and hob talent. Some humans have it; most don’t. Maybe 5% could, but they have to be taught.

      The Fae disliking humans is simply my version of how I believe Tolkien-style elves would really see us. We make messes, we’re brash, we’re loud–and besides all that, we have no magic powers and they do. So to even things up, humans can always escape. One quick step into our world, and we’re gone. Fae used to be able to follow us, but they can’t stand our world for long, mostly because of the pollution.

      And hopefully, this is the start of my next collection. : )

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  8. I agree with A.E. about the Celtic vibe! I kinda don’t blame them for hunting us (is that bad?!). Lovely little story, Cathleen! I enjoyed it a lot.

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  9. This piece serves as a great start to something longer. We got a glimpse into this fantastic world and got to meet some characters that will definitely accompany us through Faerie. I like the land’s name, too. Fitting, I assume.

    Once I finished reading this post I re-read the opening paragraphs. I found them somewhat confusing (the intro and then the crossing part). After finishing this piece, I now understand the opening. It could serve as a prologue and/or a blurb in your book. What isn’t clear to me about the crossing is if Elise starts in our world and ends up in Faerie – land or just does a demonstration in our world. If the first, then, the women that ponder lessons – did they only get to see half of the crossing? And then witnessed Elise disappear? Or is the inn fully in our world and only a specific door takes you out into Faerie? I think much of this can be answered through more careful reading, but I think some things could be clearer. Hope my rambling makes some sort of sense.

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  10. Posted the above comment too early.

    I also wanted to add that I think this will make for a fantastic (pun intended) series.

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    • THANKS, Sam–that’s exactly the sort of feedback I need.

      Everything I write goes through betas, but the problem is that all my beta friends already understand my world, which makes them less-than-optimal for assessing things like openers.

      This is a sort of hybrid take on your idea. I’m keeping the installments, but I want them to be loosely linked and for each tale to have its own arc. Then I’m planning on taking the most compelling characters and giving them longer tales. I’ve already written a novella with Hal and Elise.

      I think the problem probably lies with “Crossings so smooth, they’re like flying,” and then dumping you into the action. Grr. World building is a tough start to pull off (character is MUCH better, so I like to get to it as soon as possible), but confusion is not my friend. I may have to slow the opening action down to insert a little more explanation.

      Great feedback, Sam. : )

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      • I’m glad you took it that way. I was wondering if maybe you might think I was nitpicking or something. And, it always feels weird when no one else seems to be mentioning what is on my mind. But, I figured I’d share and see if it might help you 🙂

        Ha! You nailed it right on the head. I read that sentence a million times and wondered if there’s some sort of a typo in there. After finishing the story and re-reading the beginning I realized that there were no typos in there and it was what it was.

        World building is definitely something I struggle with, but you seem to actually be a pro from what I’ve seen in your tales – magical worlds.

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        • Aw, shucks, Sam–thanks for the attagirl. And never worry about critiquing my stories. I’m a veteran of some really tough virtual rooms. My feeling is that the more we do to make each other’s work stronger, the greater an act of true friendship that is.

          If you ever want to put each other’s stories through a serious wringer, let me know. It takes up way more room than we’ve got in the comment section, so we’d need to trade Word docs. It’s a bit of a shock at first, but if you’re up for it, it’s great for the stories. : )

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        • Thank you for this generous offer! I just might have to take you up on it someday.

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