A/N: Hello, there! This is a drabble with 50 prompts. They will all be taking place after TRotG, some dramatically far into the future. Please let me know what you think in the reviews. Thank you and Happy Reading!
Daine walked up the third flight of the western wing, determined to carry out Eleni's wishes. She would find the missing menfolk and demand they come down for dinner. It was a simple mission, but she reveled in it as it didn't involve Stormwings or blood. Just family and food. A knock to the door brought no answer, so she carefully opened the door, calling out that it was her as she did so. Neither man looked up at her in greeting however.
Instead, they were both hunched over this long table in Myles' study and these little red colored pieces were all over it. Some were placed together to form bigger red blobs and some scattered about. There were thousands of the little things. Myles sat towards the middle, hunched forward over a pile of ones that were in an off ruby shade. He had three of the pieces connected to form what could be called a circle and kept picking up a piece, sticking it to the other pieces, and then dismissing it in a smaller, but growing pile to his left.
Numair, for his part, was at the head of the table, making a line instead of a blob like Myles. She assumed both men had heard her at this point, so she approached the table from behind Numair. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned down, placing her head next to his, to get a closer look at the pieces. The red design actually had tiny white lines on it, the faintest of designs. She felt Numair's chuckle as much as heard it, draped across him as she was, and saw his right eyebrow raise on the edge of her vision.
"Hello, Magelet," he said warmly. "Hullo, Numair. This does not look like super secret spy business for the crown," she replied, stating her facts. She was rewarded with a chuckle from both men this time.
"It is a gift from a friend who knew I appreciate a good mystery. It is a Tanzanian puzzle. Every piece is unique, but they all fit together to form a picture. We have to figure it out," supplied Myles but Daine was only half listening. She was watching Numair's long fingers pick up pieces and slide them together and apart and was absolutely mesmerized. The same hue of red moved across the table to join its kin and then further forward, when Numair decided it did not belong. Daine didn't take her eyes from the puzzle, but walked from the back of the chair to the side and sat on Numair's lap, taking the pieces from his hands, and trying to fit the pieces together herself.
Numair swallowed a sarcastic retort to the usurper on his lap. He didn't want to spook her. I wasn't often that she wanted to join him in a learning exercise and he wanted to watch her go from fascinated to absolutely enraged. Which she would, he knew his small wild witch all too well. But for now, he watched her face as her tongue slipped between her teeth in concentration as she focused on a design she could barely see. He reached his left arm around her waist to secure her seat on his lap and reached his right into her nest of soft brown curls, tugging some out and playing with them, a soft smile on his face. The smile retreated, however, as he realized that when she did loose her temper, she might hurt their puzzle.
"How about we work together, Magelet?"