I couldn't help put write another chapter as quickly as possible. I'm
having excessive fun with this. *smile* But I'll most likely feel the
pinch when I have to stay up all night working on papers for class.
Anyway, enjoy the next chapter.
Story in between 'ababababab' means it's a flashback!
Complications
Chapter 7
By: Karigan
'The Wild Goddess'
Daine held her breath as people looked to see and then stared in astonishment. 'Oh dear' she thought in sudden panic.
Daine heard shifting to her side and turned her head to see what exactly Onua thought she was doing. She was walking off to the left, and no one was following her with his or her eyes. They were all still looking at her. Onua winked when Daine gave her a look that could shatter glass. Turning back to the front, she looked ahead. The room was rectangular, with long dinning tables placed to match. This gave a huge open area in the center of the room for dancing and discussion later on in the evening.
However, right now, most of the guests sat at their respective tables. All eyes on her, she couldn't help to notice again. 'All right,' she thought. 'You knew you were going to have to do this Daine. Just get it over with. One foot in front of the other. Gods! What are they all staring at?'
She hadn't thought at the shop what an affect her appearance would have on the public. All around her, servants, mages and nobles alike were realizing how unique this young woman was. What they saw was not the usual Daine that ran around the palace and forest keeping the animals calm and healthy in ripped clothing. What they saw was an unearthly woman. She wasn't beautiful in the common sense of the world. The Queen had taken that title easily and had kept a firm hold on it, although it seemed that Kalasin would inherit her mother's title.
Numair had been standing at Alanna's table speaking to her when he had heard Daine's name announced. She wasn't his student anymore, so he wasn't needed for the ceremony. Because both their days had been so full, they had agreed earlier on simply to meet at the banquet. Daine and he had concluded that children were something they both still wanted. They weren't going to try for a while; that had been Numair's decision. He recalled that argument vividly.
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"Numair, Duke Baird said that I'm perfectly healthy. There is no reason not to try again."
"And risk having your heart broken again?" He said with a hard look.
She tried to reassure him. "I'm prepared to have my heart broken any number of times Numair; if it means I can give us a child."
He had taken her in his arms and said, "Daine, I just need time to get over the heart attack all of this has given me. I almost lost you twice in one year. Just give yourself some time. Give me some time, all right. You just got over the mountain of grief from the last baby and I think some time of just the two of us will do us some good. Do not give me that look Daine. I want a child just as much as you do. However, we do not know why it is not working. Maybe we should try and figure that out first."
She sighed when she looked at his pleading eyes. "All right"
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His eyes had gone wide. He was in no way prepared for what he saw. Sure, he'd always known Daine was beautiful; but when he turned his head to see her, he was struck dumb.
She wasn't wearing countless jewels, nor was the outfit intricately designed. It was really very simple. Its splendor was in the simple lines of gold that were placed strategically to accentuate Daine's figure. The breeches and tunic gave her a sense of independence and self-reliance, while still completely declaring her femininity. The belts she wore achieved this. The first belt fit snugly against her waist, turning her modest curves into richly noticeable ones. The second belts angle made her steps appear fluid and sexual. The boot's soft clicks while she walked down the four steps declared her reality. The heal that gave her the appearance of having longer legs made her seem goddess-like. The rich deep green of her open coat, caught the air as she decended, and flapped harmoniously behind her. The green oddly enough brought out all the lightness of her blue eyes; a sharp contrast to the dark jacket. Her hair was by far the most eye-captivating feature. It had been braided loosely but perfectly. The gold threads placed within the braid caught the torches glow and lit her head more beautifully than the creators had ever hoped for. The few strands of hair that framed her face brushed her forehead and cheeks softly as she walked.
His body's reaction was immediate. He didn't think he'd ever been hit with so much lust in his life. He knew he wasn't the only one with this reaction.
George, who loved Daine and saw her as a niece of sorts smiled proudly at her. Recalling when Alanna had entered the Great Throne Room before Jonathan's coronation with Thayet on her arm, he couldn't help but see the beautiful independence the two women shared.
Alanna was no less impressed then George. She knew the effort it took to walk up to the King in a formal ceremony, especially if you were a woman succeeding in a man's world. She herself had insisted on wearing breeches when coming back to court 20 years ago; that Daine insisted on doing the same to prove a point brought back memories.
Daine was crossing the large space with her head held high. She had thought she would be too nervous to walk without shaking. But when she took the last step to the main floor, a strange calmness had taken over. 'It has to be this uniform' she thought. Her eyes wandered for just a moment around the room. She was shocked to notice the heated stares from various young knights. Numair looked as if were going to hall her up to their room and do sinful things to her. After her initial blush at the thought, self-assurance and pride surged through her blood. Her steps became purposeful and she straightened her back and shoulders. The panic that had momentarily taken over when she first walked in was now forgotten.
She stopped a few feet from the beautifully carved table, placed her left arm behind her back and her right arm in front over her stomach and bowed deeply. King Jonathan sat in a beautifully carved chair. He wore royal blue robes over his knighthood gear, with a gold sword at his side and the royal seal. Queen Thayet sat to his right in a slightly smaller chair. Her red dress contrasted her pail skin perfectly, bringing out all her beauty. Next to the Queen sat Kalasin in an Ivory white dress. On the King's left side, sat Roald. Having become a knight just recently, he was finally able to hold the knights gear and shield. He wore the same royal blue robes as his father with the exception of a 'prince's' seal instead of a king's that declared the young man heir.
Thayet found it hard to believe that this powerful young woman had once been a scared girl running from her past. It seemed funny that so many of the powerful faces in this court had such harsh backgrounds. Daine had run from Galla after her family's slaughter and had thought herself mad. Numair was a wanted man in Carthak for many years. Her own self had been a refugee from Serain, trying to escape her father's tyranny. She couldn't help but beam at the young woman who had come so far in such a short amount of time.
Jonathan's thoughts ran along the same line. However, as King, he also considered the luck that had him welcome Daine to Tortall 8 years ago. The alliance he forged with that simple act of kindness was coming back ten fold. He recalled the first time he had spoken to Veralidaine Salmalin.
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"Excuse me - Your Majesty?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"I'm sorry I can't help more. With the sensing, and my da and all."
If I've learned anything as a king, it's been I never know when someone will be able to help me. I have a feeling you'll be most welcome in this realm, Veralidaine Sarrasri."
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The king smiled. Who would have thought that small girl would become one of his most powerful mages and allies.
He spoke clearly for everyone to hear. "Welcome, Veralidaine Salmalin."
Daine stood, back strait, and answered, "Thank you, my lord. I am pleased to have been invited to this grand celebration in honor of your True and Just reign."
"This is a special day for you." He commented. "Your Wild Magic is now known throughout the lands; and soon others will join your rank. The City of Gods request that a sacred robe or uniform be assigned to the newly accepted craft. Have you come prepared to propose a solution?"
"I have, my lord. I wear the proposed uniform with pride in hopes of pleasing the Priests and our Gods."
"Very well then." Jonathan stated. He turned his head and beckoned to a Priest who sat among fellow priest. "Master Klein, please join us."
The old Priest got to is feet and walked over. Bowing deeply next to Daine he said. "My Lord."
"Master Klein, you have been sent by the City of the Gods to Judge the uniform in question. Is this correct?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. That is correct."
"Then you may begin your observation."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." The Priest turned to Daine, "Veralidaine," he said in greeting.
"Master Klein" she responded.
"If you please Veralidaine, spin in a circle." She did so, slowly. "You have chosen a good color, I believe. Green represents the wild, or nature. Being the first of its kind, and being that it is for ceremony, it obviously is going to be more grandiose than a traveling uniform; but the simplicity of the golden designs shows modesty and humility, while at the same time declaring its value, much like the owner. The maker's choice in design is stunning, I'll admit. It gives off an aura of command and power, while still keeping a feel of the owner having responsibilities." He looked Daine up and down thoughtfully. The entire room was silent for those few moments. "Would you please remove the coat, Veralidaine?" A servant stepped up and helped her step out of it. The sleeves of the coat fell away to reveal the sleeves of her tunic. This got a gasp from their audience. Sleeves usually were loose. But the sleeves on Daine fit snuggly to her arms; arms that were well muscles yet slender. The very end of the sleeves flared slightly at the wrist and reached her knuckles. A slit was placed on the underside of each wrist. Beautiful thin gold thread rimmed the edges.
Numair knew his eyes were about to pop out of his head he was staring so hard. Breeches and tunics hardly ever made a woman look good. It didn't make them look bad, but there was no added beauty or femininity. This, however, was an entirely different story. She looked like a wild Goddess. He knew what the Gods had offered Daine when they took her to the Realm of the Gods after she killed Orzone. Become a Goddess or stay mortal. He was glad to hear she had chosen to stay mortal, but had tried to picture what Daine would have looked like as a Goddess. This pretty much hit the nail strait on. He had told Daine that it was true Thayet was extremely attractive, but she had her own something special. That something was her Wild beauty. No one could look as wildly beautiful as Daine, he concluded.
The Priest circled her a few times, seemingly unaware of the features that had all the other men in the room drooling. He looked at her belts, especially the buckle, and her dagger. He seemed to be scrutinizing the symbolism of all she wore. He then turned to her and said, "You are a remarkably beautiful young woman Veralidaine. Perhaps your wild personality is what makes this uniform compliment you so well."
"Thank you." She said softly. Knowing that so many people were staring at her body was making her nervous again.
He then turned to the King and said, "This is more then acceptable to the City of Gods Your Majesty. The maker of such splendid work should be highly complimented." Daine suddenly had a flash of Karrin jumping for joy at what would most likely be her greatest accomplishment. "It is the wish of the Gods that this uniform be made sacred. From this day forward, no one but those with the rank of Wild Mage may wear this sacred uniform. So mote it be." He voiced.
"So mote it be," chorused the room.
Finally, Daine was dismissed by the King and allowed to walk to her table. She blinked when she saw Numair standing there. 'Wasn't he over by the Lioness a second ago' she thought. He was holding out a hand to her, his face held a small grin. She placed her hand in his with a smile and was pulled closer to his body. "I am the envy of every man here tonight," he said hotly. "I am going to have to be careful from now on; someone might try and kill me so that the wild goddess will be available again. She blushed at his words and broke into a wide smile. His eyes, which had been steaming before, suddenly smoldered. "Do you know what that smile does to me?" he asked in a raspy voice.
She felt the blood start to pound in her veins again and had to pull away before she fell into his arms. She looked down shyly, and whispered, "Later".
"Definitely," he whispered back.
The evening passed by quickly. She got countless compliments and a few offers she was embarrassed even to begin to believe came out noble's mouths. At one point of the evening, she spoke with Master Connor. "I hear you are working on the Rubian Translations, Sir. I accidentally ran into the servant girl who was bringing them to you. May I ask how that is going?"
He gave her a strange look. "Daine, I never work on those. I absolutely detest translations. I would have thought Numair had told you that."
She blinked. Then blinked again. "But I thought-"
"Daine, the Rubian translations, are you sure? They aren't aloud to be removed from the Room. Are you sure you heard her correctly?" He asked.
Daine's brain was suddenly processing the information from earlier that day. 'OF COURSE!' she thought. Numair had said that at one point. The Rubian translations were too delicate and old to be moved around. That's why it had seemed odd to her. The sound of her name pulled her out of her thoughts. "What?" she asked.
"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
"Oh yes, yes. I'm sorry Master Connor. Um, could you excuse me please? I just thought of something." She didn't wait for an answer. Not remembering to crab the her green coat, she turned and walked out of the double doors she had entered a few hours before and quickly walked up the nearest steps. She strode towards the mages wing purposefully. She turned the corner and saw a guard around 25 years of age posted in the hall. "Hello." When he turned to see her, his eyes went wide and he gulped. Completely forgetting what she had on, she continued speaking. "My name is Veralidaine Salmalin. The Wild Mage. I need to enter the mages study."
The guard, realizing who she was, stumbled to the door and unlocked it with shaking fingers. His eyes would glance over at her every few seconds. When he finally got the door open, Daine walked past him looking thoughtful. When she turned around to thank him, she noticed his eyes were traveling up and down her body. She realized suddenly, with a blush, that he was looking places Numair would not appreciate this man looking. 'Goodness' she thought. 'These breeches and this tunic sure have an effect on people.' "Thank you." She managed.
He nodded still eating her with his eyes. The embarrassment faded to annoyance. She rolled her eyes and continued into the dark room. She lit a small candle and looked over the tables quickly. Nothing was on them. She turned to the shelf and carefully started scanning the books.
The guard was looking into the room and again was staring at her. The soft light of the candle made the golden threads in her hair shine to form a golden halo around her head. He gulped, trying to keep himself in control. Surely, she was a Goddess that had come to tease him. "There gone," She said flatly.
"What?" he asked, breaking out of his gaze.
She turned to him and again in a flat tone remarked, "The Rubian scrolls are gone."
To be continued.
I'm really getting into this. I hope all of you like it. Ignore any stupid mistakes. I edit my work, but don't put a real college effort into it. *smile* I'm just lazy. Review, review, review, review. I love to get Reviews.
Thanks, Karigan
Story in between 'ababababab' means it's a flashback!
Complications
Chapter 7
By: Karigan
'The Wild Goddess'
Daine held her breath as people looked to see and then stared in astonishment. 'Oh dear' she thought in sudden panic.
Daine heard shifting to her side and turned her head to see what exactly Onua thought she was doing. She was walking off to the left, and no one was following her with his or her eyes. They were all still looking at her. Onua winked when Daine gave her a look that could shatter glass. Turning back to the front, she looked ahead. The room was rectangular, with long dinning tables placed to match. This gave a huge open area in the center of the room for dancing and discussion later on in the evening.
However, right now, most of the guests sat at their respective tables. All eyes on her, she couldn't help to notice again. 'All right,' she thought. 'You knew you were going to have to do this Daine. Just get it over with. One foot in front of the other. Gods! What are they all staring at?'
She hadn't thought at the shop what an affect her appearance would have on the public. All around her, servants, mages and nobles alike were realizing how unique this young woman was. What they saw was not the usual Daine that ran around the palace and forest keeping the animals calm and healthy in ripped clothing. What they saw was an unearthly woman. She wasn't beautiful in the common sense of the world. The Queen had taken that title easily and had kept a firm hold on it, although it seemed that Kalasin would inherit her mother's title.
Numair had been standing at Alanna's table speaking to her when he had heard Daine's name announced. She wasn't his student anymore, so he wasn't needed for the ceremony. Because both their days had been so full, they had agreed earlier on simply to meet at the banquet. Daine and he had concluded that children were something they both still wanted. They weren't going to try for a while; that had been Numair's decision. He recalled that argument vividly.
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"Numair, Duke Baird said that I'm perfectly healthy. There is no reason not to try again."
"And risk having your heart broken again?" He said with a hard look.
She tried to reassure him. "I'm prepared to have my heart broken any number of times Numair; if it means I can give us a child."
He had taken her in his arms and said, "Daine, I just need time to get over the heart attack all of this has given me. I almost lost you twice in one year. Just give yourself some time. Give me some time, all right. You just got over the mountain of grief from the last baby and I think some time of just the two of us will do us some good. Do not give me that look Daine. I want a child just as much as you do. However, we do not know why it is not working. Maybe we should try and figure that out first."
She sighed when she looked at his pleading eyes. "All right"
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His eyes had gone wide. He was in no way prepared for what he saw. Sure, he'd always known Daine was beautiful; but when he turned his head to see her, he was struck dumb.
She wasn't wearing countless jewels, nor was the outfit intricately designed. It was really very simple. Its splendor was in the simple lines of gold that were placed strategically to accentuate Daine's figure. The breeches and tunic gave her a sense of independence and self-reliance, while still completely declaring her femininity. The belts she wore achieved this. The first belt fit snugly against her waist, turning her modest curves into richly noticeable ones. The second belts angle made her steps appear fluid and sexual. The boot's soft clicks while she walked down the four steps declared her reality. The heal that gave her the appearance of having longer legs made her seem goddess-like. The rich deep green of her open coat, caught the air as she decended, and flapped harmoniously behind her. The green oddly enough brought out all the lightness of her blue eyes; a sharp contrast to the dark jacket. Her hair was by far the most eye-captivating feature. It had been braided loosely but perfectly. The gold threads placed within the braid caught the torches glow and lit her head more beautifully than the creators had ever hoped for. The few strands of hair that framed her face brushed her forehead and cheeks softly as she walked.
His body's reaction was immediate. He didn't think he'd ever been hit with so much lust in his life. He knew he wasn't the only one with this reaction.
George, who loved Daine and saw her as a niece of sorts smiled proudly at her. Recalling when Alanna had entered the Great Throne Room before Jonathan's coronation with Thayet on her arm, he couldn't help but see the beautiful independence the two women shared.
Alanna was no less impressed then George. She knew the effort it took to walk up to the King in a formal ceremony, especially if you were a woman succeeding in a man's world. She herself had insisted on wearing breeches when coming back to court 20 years ago; that Daine insisted on doing the same to prove a point brought back memories.
Daine was crossing the large space with her head held high. She had thought she would be too nervous to walk without shaking. But when she took the last step to the main floor, a strange calmness had taken over. 'It has to be this uniform' she thought. Her eyes wandered for just a moment around the room. She was shocked to notice the heated stares from various young knights. Numair looked as if were going to hall her up to their room and do sinful things to her. After her initial blush at the thought, self-assurance and pride surged through her blood. Her steps became purposeful and she straightened her back and shoulders. The panic that had momentarily taken over when she first walked in was now forgotten.
She stopped a few feet from the beautifully carved table, placed her left arm behind her back and her right arm in front over her stomach and bowed deeply. King Jonathan sat in a beautifully carved chair. He wore royal blue robes over his knighthood gear, with a gold sword at his side and the royal seal. Queen Thayet sat to his right in a slightly smaller chair. Her red dress contrasted her pail skin perfectly, bringing out all her beauty. Next to the Queen sat Kalasin in an Ivory white dress. On the King's left side, sat Roald. Having become a knight just recently, he was finally able to hold the knights gear and shield. He wore the same royal blue robes as his father with the exception of a 'prince's' seal instead of a king's that declared the young man heir.
Thayet found it hard to believe that this powerful young woman had once been a scared girl running from her past. It seemed funny that so many of the powerful faces in this court had such harsh backgrounds. Daine had run from Galla after her family's slaughter and had thought herself mad. Numair was a wanted man in Carthak for many years. Her own self had been a refugee from Serain, trying to escape her father's tyranny. She couldn't help but beam at the young woman who had come so far in such a short amount of time.
Jonathan's thoughts ran along the same line. However, as King, he also considered the luck that had him welcome Daine to Tortall 8 years ago. The alliance he forged with that simple act of kindness was coming back ten fold. He recalled the first time he had spoken to Veralidaine Salmalin.
ababababababa
"Excuse me - Your Majesty?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"I'm sorry I can't help more. With the sensing, and my da and all."
If I've learned anything as a king, it's been I never know when someone will be able to help me. I have a feeling you'll be most welcome in this realm, Veralidaine Sarrasri."
abababababab
The king smiled. Who would have thought that small girl would become one of his most powerful mages and allies.
He spoke clearly for everyone to hear. "Welcome, Veralidaine Salmalin."
Daine stood, back strait, and answered, "Thank you, my lord. I am pleased to have been invited to this grand celebration in honor of your True and Just reign."
"This is a special day for you." He commented. "Your Wild Magic is now known throughout the lands; and soon others will join your rank. The City of Gods request that a sacred robe or uniform be assigned to the newly accepted craft. Have you come prepared to propose a solution?"
"I have, my lord. I wear the proposed uniform with pride in hopes of pleasing the Priests and our Gods."
"Very well then." Jonathan stated. He turned his head and beckoned to a Priest who sat among fellow priest. "Master Klein, please join us."
The old Priest got to is feet and walked over. Bowing deeply next to Daine he said. "My Lord."
"Master Klein, you have been sent by the City of the Gods to Judge the uniform in question. Is this correct?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. That is correct."
"Then you may begin your observation."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." The Priest turned to Daine, "Veralidaine," he said in greeting.
"Master Klein" she responded.
"If you please Veralidaine, spin in a circle." She did so, slowly. "You have chosen a good color, I believe. Green represents the wild, or nature. Being the first of its kind, and being that it is for ceremony, it obviously is going to be more grandiose than a traveling uniform; but the simplicity of the golden designs shows modesty and humility, while at the same time declaring its value, much like the owner. The maker's choice in design is stunning, I'll admit. It gives off an aura of command and power, while still keeping a feel of the owner having responsibilities." He looked Daine up and down thoughtfully. The entire room was silent for those few moments. "Would you please remove the coat, Veralidaine?" A servant stepped up and helped her step out of it. The sleeves of the coat fell away to reveal the sleeves of her tunic. This got a gasp from their audience. Sleeves usually were loose. But the sleeves on Daine fit snuggly to her arms; arms that were well muscles yet slender. The very end of the sleeves flared slightly at the wrist and reached her knuckles. A slit was placed on the underside of each wrist. Beautiful thin gold thread rimmed the edges.
Numair knew his eyes were about to pop out of his head he was staring so hard. Breeches and tunics hardly ever made a woman look good. It didn't make them look bad, but there was no added beauty or femininity. This, however, was an entirely different story. She looked like a wild Goddess. He knew what the Gods had offered Daine when they took her to the Realm of the Gods after she killed Orzone. Become a Goddess or stay mortal. He was glad to hear she had chosen to stay mortal, but had tried to picture what Daine would have looked like as a Goddess. This pretty much hit the nail strait on. He had told Daine that it was true Thayet was extremely attractive, but she had her own something special. That something was her Wild beauty. No one could look as wildly beautiful as Daine, he concluded.
The Priest circled her a few times, seemingly unaware of the features that had all the other men in the room drooling. He looked at her belts, especially the buckle, and her dagger. He seemed to be scrutinizing the symbolism of all she wore. He then turned to her and said, "You are a remarkably beautiful young woman Veralidaine. Perhaps your wild personality is what makes this uniform compliment you so well."
"Thank you." She said softly. Knowing that so many people were staring at her body was making her nervous again.
He then turned to the King and said, "This is more then acceptable to the City of Gods Your Majesty. The maker of such splendid work should be highly complimented." Daine suddenly had a flash of Karrin jumping for joy at what would most likely be her greatest accomplishment. "It is the wish of the Gods that this uniform be made sacred. From this day forward, no one but those with the rank of Wild Mage may wear this sacred uniform. So mote it be." He voiced.
"So mote it be," chorused the room.
Finally, Daine was dismissed by the King and allowed to walk to her table. She blinked when she saw Numair standing there. 'Wasn't he over by the Lioness a second ago' she thought. He was holding out a hand to her, his face held a small grin. She placed her hand in his with a smile and was pulled closer to his body. "I am the envy of every man here tonight," he said hotly. "I am going to have to be careful from now on; someone might try and kill me so that the wild goddess will be available again. She blushed at his words and broke into a wide smile. His eyes, which had been steaming before, suddenly smoldered. "Do you know what that smile does to me?" he asked in a raspy voice.
She felt the blood start to pound in her veins again and had to pull away before she fell into his arms. She looked down shyly, and whispered, "Later".
"Definitely," he whispered back.
The evening passed by quickly. She got countless compliments and a few offers she was embarrassed even to begin to believe came out noble's mouths. At one point of the evening, she spoke with Master Connor. "I hear you are working on the Rubian Translations, Sir. I accidentally ran into the servant girl who was bringing them to you. May I ask how that is going?"
He gave her a strange look. "Daine, I never work on those. I absolutely detest translations. I would have thought Numair had told you that."
She blinked. Then blinked again. "But I thought-"
"Daine, the Rubian translations, are you sure? They aren't aloud to be removed from the Room. Are you sure you heard her correctly?" He asked.
Daine's brain was suddenly processing the information from earlier that day. 'OF COURSE!' she thought. Numair had said that at one point. The Rubian translations were too delicate and old to be moved around. That's why it had seemed odd to her. The sound of her name pulled her out of her thoughts. "What?" she asked.
"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
"Oh yes, yes. I'm sorry Master Connor. Um, could you excuse me please? I just thought of something." She didn't wait for an answer. Not remembering to crab the her green coat, she turned and walked out of the double doors she had entered a few hours before and quickly walked up the nearest steps. She strode towards the mages wing purposefully. She turned the corner and saw a guard around 25 years of age posted in the hall. "Hello." When he turned to see her, his eyes went wide and he gulped. Completely forgetting what she had on, she continued speaking. "My name is Veralidaine Salmalin. The Wild Mage. I need to enter the mages study."
The guard, realizing who she was, stumbled to the door and unlocked it with shaking fingers. His eyes would glance over at her every few seconds. When he finally got the door open, Daine walked past him looking thoughtful. When she turned around to thank him, she noticed his eyes were traveling up and down her body. She realized suddenly, with a blush, that he was looking places Numair would not appreciate this man looking. 'Goodness' she thought. 'These breeches and this tunic sure have an effect on people.' "Thank you." She managed.
He nodded still eating her with his eyes. The embarrassment faded to annoyance. She rolled her eyes and continued into the dark room. She lit a small candle and looked over the tables quickly. Nothing was on them. She turned to the shelf and carefully started scanning the books.
The guard was looking into the room and again was staring at her. The soft light of the candle made the golden threads in her hair shine to form a golden halo around her head. He gulped, trying to keep himself in control. Surely, she was a Goddess that had come to tease him. "There gone," She said flatly.
"What?" he asked, breaking out of his gaze.
She turned to him and again in a flat tone remarked, "The Rubian scrolls are gone."
To be continued.
I'm really getting into this. I hope all of you like it. Ignore any stupid mistakes. I edit my work, but don't put a real college effort into it. *smile* I'm just lazy. Review, review, review, review. I love to get Reviews.
Thanks, Karigan