Who is Orin?

Type: Fairy

Occupation: Private Investigator

Orin is a good looking, not too old, not too young fairy. At six inches tall, with short, spikey brown hair, brown eyes, and a wispy set of wings, it is surprising that he is still single. Fairies typically get married quite young and by his age have had almost a dozen children. Unfortunately, Orin has struck out time and time again in the love department, so he has thrown himself into his work. This story takes place about a month before the events in REBORN A WITCH and does not contain any spoilers. Please enjoy ORIN'S LUCK as you get to know the Fae Walker series’ resident feisty fairy.

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Orin's Luck

It was a beautiful day in September when the dame walked into my office. She was gorgeous with long, silky brown hair, big doe like brown eyes, and the most intricate set of wings I had seen in years. Her black coat flowed around the soft, pink dress she wore that looked to be made of silk. She had legs for miles, but I was distracted from them by the tears streaming down her face. She was distraught and in need of help, my kind of help.

I stood up and walked over to her, handing her my handkerchief, which she used to dab at her eyes. “My name is Orin. Are ye in need of a private investigator, Miss…?”

“Miss June. My name is June and yes I need your assistance,” her voice filled my office space with delicate tones that echoed like music.

My office, which was in the crawlspace at the top of a condo building in Elysium, Kentucky, had a fall breeze blowing through it that was mostly warm with little licks of cool. I had partitioned off a room for living at one end of the space and set up an office at the other end. I even installed a little opening with a door in the external wall to act as an entryway for clients to come in. Of course, all of this was made for fairies, so the building owner was never the wiser.

I gently guided the woman over to the guest chair. I then ran my hands down my green woolen suit and adjusted my black tie, before moving to sit in my office chair across from her. My wings folded gently against my body so they wouldn’t get damaged. “What seems to be the trouble?”

June sniffled, “this morning I woke up nice and early to see the sun rise out of my kitchen window, I live in a home built into the side of a tree in the park across the road. It was quite lovely with oranges and reds,” she folded her hands into her lap. “I decided to make my secret recipe strawberry muffins, I even made enough to take over the extra to a friend who just had two more children. She’s up to 23 now so she can use all the sugar pick-me-up she can get if you know what I mean.”

I nodded and steepled my fingertips together in front of my face, “go on,” I prodded gently.

“Well, they were done and resting on the open windowsill while I went to go get properly dressed. When I came out,” she started crying more, “they were gone! Someone had stolen my precious muffins right off my windowsill! It’s barbaric!”

Oh shit, I thought as I pictured the leftover pilfered muffins crammed into my right desk drawer. By merlin’s beard, how am I this unlucky that my first client in months is the one I knickered some muffins from? I couldn’t help it…they smelled so good and I hadn’t had a proper meal in several days. Times have been rough…what am I going to do? I frantically thought while leaving a look of concern on my face. “That is just horrible, June. Absolutely horrible. Who would do such a thing?”

“I know, right? That’s why I want to hire you,” she cleared her throat and pulled out a wallet from her purse. She riffled through some magically shrunk down human money.

I can’t take her money, I’ve already taken her muffins! “June,” I spoke, placing a hand on top of the wallet, “I’ll investigate this for ye, free of charge.”

June’s pouty lips parted for a moment into the cutest ‘o’ shape before she shook her head, “no, I insist you get something for your time. If not this garish human currency, I can make you a batch of my muffins…”

“No! Really, it’s okay,” I felt heat fill my cheeks as I stood up and moved to her side. Helping her to her feet, I started to navigate her to the door, “I will take care of everything. Don’t ye worry about a thing. You live in the second big oak on the south entrance of the park, right?”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“I’ve smelt your baking while in the area on another case,” I coughed and opened the door, “I’ll stop by once I have a lead for you. Promise,” I patted her gently on the shoulder. “Everything will work out as it should.”

“Oh, thank you, Orin! Thank you so much! I’ll be waiting for your update!” She nodded and smiled at me before heading towards the cutout in the external wall. She quickly buttoned up her black coat and gave a quick wave, “toodles!” She flitted outside into the morning sun.

I shook my head as I went back into the office and closed my door behind me. Plopping down in the chair, I loosened my tie and opened my desk drawer. How am I going to handle this? Oh yeah…a wicked grin spread slowly across my lips. I’ll just say squirrels took her muffins. Squirrels. I hate squirrels. Pulling out a piece of strawberry muffin, I tossed it into my mouth and sighed at the glorious flavor that tickled every taste bud. “Oh well, there will be another case for you Orin…just hang in there,” I said to myself as my stomach growled.

THE END