Short stories written to amuse. Sometimes the characters might be slightly OOC. It happens.
Tamora Pierce nor her characters will ever be mine
Chapter 1 - Boots
Today was not a good day for Daine, heavily pregnant with her first child. She was in her and Numair's rooms at the palace, sweating profusely. The child was having one of those unbearable days where it would not only change shape but also change from mammal to reptile to amphibian. The constant changes made her dizzy and exhausted.
The feeling of being useless was boring and tiresome and the constant coddling from everyone was almost more than she could bear. Numair was supportive but even he was coddling and bothersome at times. She supposed her hormones didn't help much either.
Enough of feeling sorry for yourself, Daine scolded herself. You're going to do something or die of boredom! With that, she pulled on her rider's gear (slightly modified to accommodate for her swollen belly) and headed out the door, planning to chase Onua around until she gave her something to do. Unfortunately, Numair had headed her off at the stairs.
He blocked her way and sighed exasperatedly. 'You do realize our rooms are spelled? I know when you're going to leave and do something that's going to make you pass out!'
Daine reared up in defence, though not before shape shifting into an antelope and back. 'I'm not going to pass out! I just need to do something; I'm bored out of my mind cooped up all day!'
'It's just another month or so Daine, I only worry about you and the baby.'
'As you can see' – Daine then proceeded to change her lower body into a hippopotamus - 'the baby is definitely health'-
Unfortunately, Numair burst into laughter before he could stop himself. The sight of his over half with the body of a hippo was just too much.
'I definitely blame you for this,' Daine whispered dangerously.
'For impregnating you?' Numair flustered 'But you seemed to enjoy it at the time!' He caught her eye and pretended to be hurt at her words.
'NO!' Daine raged, 'I blame you for the sweating, the swelling and the shape shifting and the sulking and the gods-cursed spreading of my feet! Do you have any idea how much it's going to cost to replace all my boots?'
I'd like suggestions, if anyone has any for more story ideas! I'd say review but you were going to do that anyway, weren't you?
