A/N: All I can say is that I have had this idea for a bit, and I thought
that I might as well elaborate on it. On too.........
*All in a Day's Work*
It was a hot, sweltering day. Daine and Numair were out in the field, picking up after the battle over Pirate's Swoop. The Carthaki raiders had eaten out of the fields around the main fort. Everyone was helping, even Baron George and Alanna. Queen Thayet and her children had left a while back, and all that was left to do was to pick up the abandoned food that the enemy had pulled up, but not taken with them. Daine stretched, as she commented to Numair, "We've been working all day, and it's getting really hot. These onions are starting to stink!" The patch that they were in was where the villagers grew onions.
Numair replied, "I know magelet, we can take a break after this patch."
Daine nodded, and bent down to pick up another onion before tossing it into the basket. She stopped, feeling a slight itch at the back of her mind. She stood up, scanning the skies. There! Quite a few small blots were off to the west, but they were coming in low, and fast. She swallowed. "N-numair?"
"Mm-hmm?" was the reply.
"I think we might have a bit of trouble."
-That- got his attention. He looked up quickly. She pointed to where the dots were. They were recognizable as Stormwings now. Mentally, she berated herself. She should never have left her bow and arrows inside! Numair was trying to stay calm. "Er, no, bow, er, magic? That might work, er, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no." He continued on like that for a while. Daine stopped listening. They were almost here. She did the most sensible thing at the time. She started to yell.
"Help! Alanna, George, help, Stormwings!" They looked, up and started over to where they were, but they were a little too late. The Stormwings were on them. The lead one swooped down, screaming, "We have you now, girl!" Daine immediately threw what ever she had in her hand. Incidentally, it was the onion that she had picked up. Her aim was almost always perfect. It flew threw the air and hit the swooping Stormwing right in the face. The Stormwing started screaming again, only this time in rage, "Get it off, you idiots, GET IT OFF!" Clumsily, the whole group glided away, but not before getting hit with more onions and dive-bombed by sparrows, who had come at Daine's call.
Numair and Daine looked at each other, and burst out laughing. They were still laughing as they headed back inside, the day's work done.
A/N: It said in *Wolf Speaker* that Numair and Daine had discovered that Stormwings hated onions after the battle for Pirate's Swoop, so......... *shrugs* I thought this might be how. Tell me how you liked it, and I might do something else to. Any ideas, please tell them in a review, and I suppose that's just about it. R/R please!
*All in a Day's Work*
It was a hot, sweltering day. Daine and Numair were out in the field, picking up after the battle over Pirate's Swoop. The Carthaki raiders had eaten out of the fields around the main fort. Everyone was helping, even Baron George and Alanna. Queen Thayet and her children had left a while back, and all that was left to do was to pick up the abandoned food that the enemy had pulled up, but not taken with them. Daine stretched, as she commented to Numair, "We've been working all day, and it's getting really hot. These onions are starting to stink!" The patch that they were in was where the villagers grew onions.
Numair replied, "I know magelet, we can take a break after this patch."
Daine nodded, and bent down to pick up another onion before tossing it into the basket. She stopped, feeling a slight itch at the back of her mind. She stood up, scanning the skies. There! Quite a few small blots were off to the west, but they were coming in low, and fast. She swallowed. "N-numair?"
"Mm-hmm?" was the reply.
"I think we might have a bit of trouble."
-That- got his attention. He looked up quickly. She pointed to where the dots were. They were recognizable as Stormwings now. Mentally, she berated herself. She should never have left her bow and arrows inside! Numair was trying to stay calm. "Er, no, bow, er, magic? That might work, er, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no." He continued on like that for a while. Daine stopped listening. They were almost here. She did the most sensible thing at the time. She started to yell.
"Help! Alanna, George, help, Stormwings!" They looked, up and started over to where they were, but they were a little too late. The Stormwings were on them. The lead one swooped down, screaming, "We have you now, girl!" Daine immediately threw what ever she had in her hand. Incidentally, it was the onion that she had picked up. Her aim was almost always perfect. It flew threw the air and hit the swooping Stormwing right in the face. The Stormwing started screaming again, only this time in rage, "Get it off, you idiots, GET IT OFF!" Clumsily, the whole group glided away, but not before getting hit with more onions and dive-bombed by sparrows, who had come at Daine's call.
Numair and Daine looked at each other, and burst out laughing. They were still laughing as they headed back inside, the day's work done.
A/N: It said in *Wolf Speaker* that Numair and Daine had discovered that Stormwings hated onions after the battle for Pirate's Swoop, so......... *shrugs* I thought this might be how. Tell me how you liked it, and I might do something else to. Any ideas, please tell them in a review, and I suppose that's just about it. R/R please!