Why?
This is my fanfic. I do not own Daine... (that sounded etchi) and I do not own any other of Tamora Pierce-sama's characters, but I do own mine.
Steal them and the wolves of the Dutch house will eat you.
Domo!
He spun, hearing footsteps. With a wave of his hand, the child on his back was silenced, asleep. He lifted the small handmirror again, knawing on one lip. They were getting closer.
He focused the mirror, concentrating. It he was strong enough, he might be able to see their motives... They were coming for him. Without seeking further, he fled into the recesses of the forest.
"Wait!" one of them called.
Ryn paused, one hand touching the back of the child. He turned slightly, mentally readying the mirror. If need be, he could attack these people with it...
"Are you Rin?"
The younger man paused, acknowledging his name albiet the mispronunciation. "Who are you?" he asked, voice calm and non-threatening.
The man who came forward was strong looking and large. A sheathed sword sat on one hip, and his clothes were made of expensive dark blue silk. Ryn turned fully around. "We're friends of someone who is looking for you."
Ryn's eyes narrowed slightly, imperceptibly. "Who?"
The man cleared his throat, looking to the other men behind him. "His name is Leer."
"Leer?" Ryn opened his mouth to insist that he knew of no one by that name, but stopped. "You mean Lyr?"
"Yeah, that's it. Lee-ir," the man said sheepishly.
Ryn glanced at the ground, cursing people who could not speak well in his mind. "Where is he?" he said loudly. Lyr was his winged friend's other name, the name given to him by his mother's sister. One finger rubed a smooth part of the mirror's handle. "Where is he?"
The man gestured to the partially lit castle across the field. "He's up there." In a low voice, he added, "He was hurt pretty bad when we brought him in..." He paused. "Attacked by Stormwings, I heard," he added matter-of-factly.
Ryn nodded. "Are you here to take me to him?" he asked, flicking a fallen leaf out of his golden hair. Cool blue eyes met that of the man, creating discomfort.
"Y-yeah..." The man shook his head, breaking free of Ryn's glare. "This way."
O.o
The boy looked up, readjusting his wing. He had had to several times now, for proper healing. As his body naturally healed, he swallowed slightly. The healing had given him a slight headache, and made his mouth go dry. The knock on the door had interrupted his musings.
"Lyr...?" It was Daine. She let herself in, smiling lightly. "How're you feeling?" She sat down on the bed, glancing at him as he sat on the floor, wing in hand.
He released the wing, letting it swing above his head. As he stretched it a few times, he shrugged slightly, not meeting her eyes.
"Your friend is here," she said softly.
He looked at her, amazed.
"His name is Rin?"
"Ryn," the boy corrected.
"Ree-in," Daine repeated.
He nodded.
"He's in the other room, speaking to Numair."
The boy stood, thanking her quietly, and left the room. As he shut the door behind him, Daine sighed, shaking her head.
O.o
Ryn glared at the tall man as he circled him, looking over him carefully. If he noticed the mirror Ryn had palmed, he said nothing.
"So, where are you from?" the man asked in a casual voice. Ryn ignored him, focusing the mirror to see the man's motives. The mirror flashed brightly. He nodded slightly. The man protected himself well.
"Why do you ask, Mister Draper?" Ryn asked, inspecting the fingernails of one hand. That much he had gotten, even as Jystyn had been attacked by these humans.
The man narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?"
"You are Arram Draper, correct? I am Ryn Kilrin."
"A pleasure to meet you, Mister Kilrin," the man answered sarcastically.
"And a pleasure to meet you, Mister Draper. As to where I am from... I don't think that is any of your business." He rolled his shoulders slightly, so the small child on his back slid into his arms. It yawned, but continued to sleep.
"Your child?" the man asked, reclining in an uncomfortable looking chair. His long legs stretched out in front of him.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious."
With those two words, Ryn was able to break through the man's defenses, using the mirror. He saw the man's brief history in a flash, learning valuable secrets all in an instant. As the moment passed, Ryn smiled. "Aren't mages paid to be curious, sir?" he said as he turned, meeting the man's dark eyes. The mage flinched.
"Where is he?"
"In the other room," the mage said quickly, turning away. Ryn grinned, sliding the child back onto his shoulders. He opened the door to the next room.
O.o
He looked up and saw his friend. Without thinking, he bolted into Ryn's arms, sobbing quietly. Daine and Numair watched in silence. When the embrace stopped, the newcomer handed the child to the winged boy, who smiled broadly. "Thank you," he whispered, touching his forehead to the much taller newcomer's. "Thank you so much..."
This is my fanfic. I do not own Daine... (that sounded etchi) and I do not own any other of Tamora Pierce-sama's characters, but I do own mine.
Steal them and the wolves of the Dutch house will eat you.
Domo!
He spun, hearing footsteps. With a wave of his hand, the child on his back was silenced, asleep. He lifted the small handmirror again, knawing on one lip. They were getting closer.
He focused the mirror, concentrating. It he was strong enough, he might be able to see their motives... They were coming for him. Without seeking further, he fled into the recesses of the forest.
"Wait!" one of them called.
Ryn paused, one hand touching the back of the child. He turned slightly, mentally readying the mirror. If need be, he could attack these people with it...
"Are you Rin?"
The younger man paused, acknowledging his name albiet the mispronunciation. "Who are you?" he asked, voice calm and non-threatening.
The man who came forward was strong looking and large. A sheathed sword sat on one hip, and his clothes were made of expensive dark blue silk. Ryn turned fully around. "We're friends of someone who is looking for you."
Ryn's eyes narrowed slightly, imperceptibly. "Who?"
The man cleared his throat, looking to the other men behind him. "His name is Leer."
"Leer?" Ryn opened his mouth to insist that he knew of no one by that name, but stopped. "You mean Lyr?"
"Yeah, that's it. Lee-ir," the man said sheepishly.
Ryn glanced at the ground, cursing people who could not speak well in his mind. "Where is he?" he said loudly. Lyr was his winged friend's other name, the name given to him by his mother's sister. One finger rubed a smooth part of the mirror's handle. "Where is he?"
The man gestured to the partially lit castle across the field. "He's up there." In a low voice, he added, "He was hurt pretty bad when we brought him in..." He paused. "Attacked by Stormwings, I heard," he added matter-of-factly.
Ryn nodded. "Are you here to take me to him?" he asked, flicking a fallen leaf out of his golden hair. Cool blue eyes met that of the man, creating discomfort.
"Y-yeah..." The man shook his head, breaking free of Ryn's glare. "This way."
O.o
The boy looked up, readjusting his wing. He had had to several times now, for proper healing. As his body naturally healed, he swallowed slightly. The healing had given him a slight headache, and made his mouth go dry. The knock on the door had interrupted his musings.
"Lyr...?" It was Daine. She let herself in, smiling lightly. "How're you feeling?" She sat down on the bed, glancing at him as he sat on the floor, wing in hand.
He released the wing, letting it swing above his head. As he stretched it a few times, he shrugged slightly, not meeting her eyes.
"Your friend is here," she said softly.
He looked at her, amazed.
"His name is Rin?"
"Ryn," the boy corrected.
"Ree-in," Daine repeated.
He nodded.
"He's in the other room, speaking to Numair."
The boy stood, thanking her quietly, and left the room. As he shut the door behind him, Daine sighed, shaking her head.
O.o
Ryn glared at the tall man as he circled him, looking over him carefully. If he noticed the mirror Ryn had palmed, he said nothing.
"So, where are you from?" the man asked in a casual voice. Ryn ignored him, focusing the mirror to see the man's motives. The mirror flashed brightly. He nodded slightly. The man protected himself well.
"Why do you ask, Mister Draper?" Ryn asked, inspecting the fingernails of one hand. That much he had gotten, even as Jystyn had been attacked by these humans.
The man narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?"
"You are Arram Draper, correct? I am Ryn Kilrin."
"A pleasure to meet you, Mister Kilrin," the man answered sarcastically.
"And a pleasure to meet you, Mister Draper. As to where I am from... I don't think that is any of your business." He rolled his shoulders slightly, so the small child on his back slid into his arms. It yawned, but continued to sleep.
"Your child?" the man asked, reclining in an uncomfortable looking chair. His long legs stretched out in front of him.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious."
With those two words, Ryn was able to break through the man's defenses, using the mirror. He saw the man's brief history in a flash, learning valuable secrets all in an instant. As the moment passed, Ryn smiled. "Aren't mages paid to be curious, sir?" he said as he turned, meeting the man's dark eyes. The mage flinched.
"Where is he?"
"In the other room," the mage said quickly, turning away. Ryn grinned, sliding the child back onto his shoulders. He opened the door to the next room.
O.o
He looked up and saw his friend. Without thinking, he bolted into Ryn's arms, sobbing quietly. Daine and Numair watched in silence. When the embrace stopped, the newcomer handed the child to the winged boy, who smiled broadly. "Thank you," he whispered, touching his forehead to the much taller newcomer's. "Thank you so much..."