Heh, so ever have moments that make you feel absolutely ridikulous as a human being? Well I have two at the moment. One, right here online, the other, sadly, in real life.
1. So I finally started using the story alert option provides for us so I would stop losing track of fics i wished to follow. After a while I started wondering why I wasn't recieving any notifications. Imagine my feeling of complete failure in life when i realized for the first time, even though i use that adress to sign into my account EVERY DAY, that I still had my account linked to an e-mail account that had not existed since I was 13, and first registered here. It is now fixed, but I have to say that it was truely a sad moment in my life when I realized I had overlooked that so often.
2. This is something I still cannot believe I did. While at school at a prefect meeting (Yes, we have prefects, we have four houses, we're harry potter, I KNOW!) I completely spaced out for a large quantity of time. My friend noticing this decided, i suppose, to try a little expiriment. Now i was sitting on the stage in our auditorium, she was about four rows back in the audience with a number of people (many of who were talking very loudly) between us. What she does next, while i am still spaced out staring in another direction, is (not even shouting, just in a fairly loud directed voice) simply loudly says 'Numair!' To which I immediately snap into attention and turn my head to her in what can only be described as a 'where?!' movement. She found this very amusing. I turned several shades of red. That story is most likely funnier than what you are about to read.
Alanna laughed as Daine recounted her and Kit's adventures of earlier that week.
"Neither of us has mentioned it, I think its best forgotten really." The younger girl laughed, albeit in an embarrassed way, as she browsed through the many shelves of books. She and Alanna had taken the afternoon to browse through the shops on Corus and catch up. At the moment, they were looking through the many shelves in a bookstore Daine was rather fond of, though would never dream of purchasing anything in.
"And you just walked out? Without saying a thing? That's brilliant!" Alanna was still laughing heartily as they continued down the aisle.
"Well what exactly was I supposed to say? Gee, this is pretty, one of your favorites?" Alanna laughed harder and patted Daine on the back.
"I'll admit, I feel fair sorry for you but then again, what else would you expect to find in the bedchambers of the infamous Numair Salmalin?"
"Alanna!" They stopped at the end of the row and Daine turned to the older woman, shocked.
"Don't look so scandalized young one, he had a worse reputation than just about any woman at court. In fact, he's probably part of the reason most of the women in court have a bad reputation."
"Well I know he's had his, uh, relations but surely it can't be that bad." Daine mumbled, looking at her feet, her face reddening.
"Well I do exaggerate, but not by much. He had quite the history." The redhead trailed off looking thoughtfully at Daine.
"What?" Daine asked warily, not liking the look she was receiving.
"Well, I was just thinking. I mean, everyone had their right to relations as you so charmingly put it but Numair does seem to take it a bit far sometimes."
"And?" She asked in a squeaky voice, now positively terrified of where this was going.
"Well, no one else has said anything to him; we all knew he wouldn't listen but maybe if you brought it up." She trailed off waving her hand vaguely in the air.
"No absolutely not! Why on earth would I do that?" Daine crossed her arms vehemently.
"Well, you know, just to suggest that some more discretion might be appreciated, for himself as well as those he represents and if it's coming from you he will at the very least be embarrassed enough to be more discreet." She explained as Daine rolled her eyes.
"And how exactly would that conversation go, hm? Numair, by the way, this might be a little awkward but I thought now might be a good time to discuss the fact that you happen to be a bit of a man-whore, what do you think about this, hm?" Daine rolled her eyes again and started walked past the end of the row as Alanna, once again, burst into laughter.
When they past the last shelf on their way to the door the lady knights laughter stopped as soon as it had begun and Daine, confused, had looked back to see what the problem was only to see Alanna staring open-mouthed a few feet to their left. Following the direction of the older woman's gaze Daine let out a mortified squeak as her hand flew to cover her mouth. There, on the other side of the shelves next to which they had had their entire conversation, stood Numair holding a book, staring straight ahead and looking positively green. He shut the book slowly, placing it back on the shelf not looking at either of them.
"I believe" He said slowly "I shall return for this at a later time." He then slowly walked past them and out the door. The two women stood there in shock for several minutes before a wicked smile formed on the lionesses lips.
"Why on earth are you smiling? He heard the whole thing!" Daine whispered violently.
"Because, I wasn't the one who called him a man-whore." All Daine could to was cover her face with her hands in mortification. That was the day Daine learned not to have private discussions anywhere where there were rows.
Let's face it, the basic implication in fanfic is that, to be blunt, Numair is a bit of a man whore. It's never put quite that way but personally, I've always wanted to see someone call him that. It's ok though, because we all still love him. REVIEW!