Disclaimer: Yea, so I don't own anything Tamora Pierce does. Is it just me or is this pointless?
A/N: Is eccentricity a real word? I wasn't really sure. Incase it isn't it's just supposed to be somebody really different. Sorry this is short, but the next chapter is going to be jumping ahead in time a bit.
Days trickled past, and then weeks before Numair had spoke to Daine at all. She was rather relieved. Then man was eccentricity . One minuet a savant, the next a player. Not to mention the fact he had randomly spouted imaginary statements about a supposed spy system set up in Carthak.
Daine had even looked into the matter. From all her research, she concluded Fort Ingress was most definitely for Tortallian refugees from the Tusain War. She knew Carthakis were allowed into the country only with the proper forms, and they certainly weren't being shipped there in mass!
The day he did speak to her, however, was a lovely summer one, with a breeze refreshing the tenants of the castle. It was merely a passing greeting, a quick, "Hello." Daine nodded in response and the two continued on their normal lives.
After a few more bland months going around her normal buisiness, Daine received a letter from him. It was simple, on a piece of stained parchment, like someone had knocked their coffee over it. This had, infact, happened. Numair fretted over this letter so terribly much, and then the messenger had spilled his morning drink on it when he went to the kitchens.
The letter read:
Verildaine,
I'm leaving court today. For Carthak. I know you think... well, I guess I'm not supposed to mention it, hm? But I just wanted to mention to you that there's still an empty cabin on the vessel I'm leaving on. You're more then welcome to attend. Meet us at the stables if you'd like to come. We'll wait until 11 o' clock.
Numair Samalin
Daine didn't go.