Jenny of Masbolle
Disclaimer: I love Tamora Pierce, but I am not her. I wish I had her imagination, too.
Daine woke to white walls and expensive perfume. She was lying on a bed, chains on her wrists and ankles. The room was so bright, reminding her of someone, someone like a god... but she had never met a god, or couldn't remember if she had.
She must have fallen asleep again, because when she woke, a man was standing over her. His deep voice was comforting, assuring her that the spell wouldn't hurt. A gold light sprang from his fingertips, gently easing her into a deep and restful sleep. She dreamt that her brain was being cleared, dumped of all the details that weighed her down. She grew wings and flew, looking at all of her surroundings....
Numair woke with a sweat. He had only felt this way once before, when Daine had fallen off a cliff. The sinking feeling that he had lost her forever enveloped him with its chilly arms. Now he was up, thinking hard. He would have to invent a spell to call on her wild magic and make it pull her back to him. He would have to make the long journey to Corus to pore through the Mages' Library. Crawling back into bed with a sigh, he had one more thought before he went to sleep. 'Goddess Bless, my love.'
Magdalene of Dansburry climbed out of bed, all of her muscles burning. 'I shouldn't have danced all night. I'll be in this state for a week.' Wearily she called for a maid to lay out her clothes and pour her bath.
Later that morning, at the breakfast table, she asked her brother, Russell of Dansburry, if their father had left her any news of a betrothal.
"Unfortunately, my darling, my pearl, no. Thou shalt have a suitor by midwinter." Russell tried a gallant bow while sitting and ended up in laughter. "I promise on my word as a gentleman."
Russell of Dansburry had a knack for speaking eloquently on all but the most insignificant matters. This he knew was really important to Magdalene, so he used his unique manner of speaking. Their father hadn't actually come home at all, like he was supposed to, but instead he had sent a servant to make sure all was well at his home fief. Russell decided not to tell his sister this bit of news. She was unhappy that her friends had fathers; this would send her over the edge. Magdalene of Dansburry had a strong, tough temper, and Russell didn't want to be on the receiving end of one of her explosions.
A/N: I hoped you loved it! I will add more chapters whenever I write them and IFF you read and review!!! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I love Tamora Pierce, but I am not her. I wish I had her imagination, too.
Daine woke to white walls and expensive perfume. She was lying on a bed, chains on her wrists and ankles. The room was so bright, reminding her of someone, someone like a god... but she had never met a god, or couldn't remember if she had.
She must have fallen asleep again, because when she woke, a man was standing over her. His deep voice was comforting, assuring her that the spell wouldn't hurt. A gold light sprang from his fingertips, gently easing her into a deep and restful sleep. She dreamt that her brain was being cleared, dumped of all the details that weighed her down. She grew wings and flew, looking at all of her surroundings....
Numair woke with a sweat. He had only felt this way once before, when Daine had fallen off a cliff. The sinking feeling that he had lost her forever enveloped him with its chilly arms. Now he was up, thinking hard. He would have to invent a spell to call on her wild magic and make it pull her back to him. He would have to make the long journey to Corus to pore through the Mages' Library. Crawling back into bed with a sigh, he had one more thought before he went to sleep. 'Goddess Bless, my love.'
Magdalene of Dansburry climbed out of bed, all of her muscles burning. 'I shouldn't have danced all night. I'll be in this state for a week.' Wearily she called for a maid to lay out her clothes and pour her bath.
Later that morning, at the breakfast table, she asked her brother, Russell of Dansburry, if their father had left her any news of a betrothal.
"Unfortunately, my darling, my pearl, no. Thou shalt have a suitor by midwinter." Russell tried a gallant bow while sitting and ended up in laughter. "I promise on my word as a gentleman."
Russell of Dansburry had a knack for speaking eloquently on all but the most insignificant matters. This he knew was really important to Magdalene, so he used his unique manner of speaking. Their father hadn't actually come home at all, like he was supposed to, but instead he had sent a servant to make sure all was well at his home fief. Russell decided not to tell his sister this bit of news. She was unhappy that her friends had fathers; this would send her over the edge. Magdalene of Dansburry had a strong, tough temper, and Russell didn't want to be on the receiving end of one of her explosions.
A/N: I hoped you loved it! I will add more chapters whenever I write them and IFF you read and review!!! Thanks!
