Predawn Thoughts
As the first rays of dawn scattered dominate shadows and dyed their path the most blissful shade of pink, they fell across the handsomely sculpted face of Numair Salmalin, illuminating perfectly carved cheeks and dazzlingly blue eyes that, at the moment, reflected the tumultuous argument he was holding with himself. Should he talk to her, the passion of his dreams lately, confess to her his unrequited love, or ignore everything as he had been? He smiled to himself, knowing that, if she knew his current thoughts, she would contradict him, clearly remind him that if he told her of his love it could no longer be unrequited. A laugh escaped from him at this, quickly to be replaced by solemnity.
No, she would never feel the same love for him, the same twinge of the heart, the same quickening of the pulse when he laid eyes upon her. But maybe there was a chance – no, it was neither worth questioning nor concentrating on; "she is smitten with that mystery of a fellow down in the city – that one she disappears to see everyday."
And with that Numair put Daine as far from his mind as possible, focusing on the spell he had planned to master today and would require both his full concentration and all the hours of the day. But when he passed the passed the stables Daine occupied from dawn until breakfast, Numair couldn't help halting for only a breath to remember how her hair shimmered in both the sun and shadows, and the uncanny radiance shared between her playful eyes and the now prismatic blue-green sky.