Three weeks after the end of the Immortals War, Thayet, Queen of Tortall, decided to take a walk along the outer wall of the palace. It was no surprise when she found her feet leading her in the direction of the Riders' barracks. From her position on the wall, Thayet could see the barracks and stables, and even the field beyond that the Riders used for training. Movement from the stables to the field caught her attention, but her concern faded as she recognized the two figures. A shock of brown hair on the one and the ridiculous height of her companion marked them out as Daine and Numair.
Thayet smiled watching them. They deserved a break. She and Jon hadn't done enough to give it to them, of course, but it was nice that they could go out for a lesson on that nice afternoon. She leaned against the side of the wall and watched them for half a bell as they practiced magic and changed shape. They had it down to a system, she had to admit; it was easy to see that they worked well together. And they'd had to, in the divine realms.
They were evidently wrapping up; Thayet grinned, watching Numair cover his eyes and throw a magical black curtain behind him as the wolf that was Daine grabbed her clothes in her mouth and trotted behind it. A moment later she emerged, human and clothed, and turned sly, sneaking up behind Numair on what Thayet saw with amusement were modified cat's paws and tapping him on the shoulder.
Numair's jump was very visible even from the castle walls, as was Daine's amusement. Thayet giggled herself, watching the world's most powerful mage recover himself and chase his young friend, who fled on antelope's hooves, giggling. After a moment, he appeared to give up, only to throw a sparkling black ball of magic that rained summer flowers on Daine when she turned around. As the flowers crumbled around her feet, Daine grinned with her own idea. A moment later, Numair was swarmed with dozens of bunnies. As he valiantly attempted to fight them off non-magically, Daine sauntered over to him. With a flip of her hand, the bunnies raced away, and she reached for his shoulder, bringing his face down, reaching her lips to meet his.
Thayet had to look away, once she'd recovered her eyebrows from her hairline, because the kiss said too much. She walked back toward her rooms, grinning: a certain red-headed knight owed her ten gold nobles.