This story was written by three Tortall fans; so if it doesn't flow that well-sorry! We were passing it around, not writing it together.
Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce owns the characters, we sadly do not. Except perhaps for Atrella Odhrán. But then again no one can REALLY own her…
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"Daine!" Neal said, "How are the animals?"
"The animals!" Daine screeched, "How is Numair!?"
"I'm fine..." Numair said, but he tried to sit up and fell back down. "...Just weak," He added sourly.
Daine threw her arm around him and said, "I'm so glad you're ok, when you just fell over like that, I was so worried. I just thought, what if he's not OK, what am I going to do? I'm just glad you're all right, wait, you are all right, right?"
"Magelet," Numair cut her off, "I'm fine. Really." he added after the assessing look Daine gave him.
He tried to sit up, but Neal rushed over franticly and shoved him back down. "Hold on!" he said while bright green light protruded from his finger tips and encircled Numair in a soft, radiant glow. His spell being cast, he lowered his hand, and helped Numair stand up slowly.
"Healers." Numair commented with admiration. Then he smiled at Daine.
"You too. It's amazing. I can change shape, and turn people into trees, but I could never heal someone's broken leg like you both can."
Daine hugged him again. "I'm so glad you're back, I missed you," she said. Then more privately, she whispered in his ear, "I have some news." She then stood up and talked to Neal about Numair's condition. After a minute, her eyes widened and she looked at Numair and grimaced, then left.
Numair stared at the door, then shook his head. "Neal?" he asked, "How much longer before I can leave?"
"I'd give yourself another two or three hours before you start walking again," he said, "When you are up and about again, I'm supposed to take you to Their Majesties. Many things have happened in the last three days, and they need to see you soon."
Numair sighed, relieved, then started to lay back down.
"One more thing," Neal said. "No magic for a week."
Numair's mouth dropped open. "What! But the fog! My magic!" Numair gasped.
"You're drained anyway." Neal began. "That blow took it out of you."
Numair looked down at himself and gasped. "Neal I can't even see mine anymore!" he said.
"What? Oh, your magic. Of course not, I've put a damper spell on you. It does affect your magic strength somewhat, but it will help bring it back sooner. Besides, I told you, one week and I'll remove it."
Numair lay on the bed sulking. "One week!?" he shouted.
Finally, after a whole lot of fussing Numair was let out. He sat at one of the lunch tables with his head in his hands.
//One week! Without my magic!// he thought, //Impossible! We have a problem on our hands, and all they can think of is my health. I am perfectly fine!// He picked up a spoon full of healer prescribed soup, and ate it. After he put the spoon back down, his arm was already tired. //OK,// he thought, //So maybe I need a little more rest first, but no more than a day!//
As if reading his thoughts, Daine came over and sat by him. "Why the long face?" she asked, but without waiting for a reply she continued, "I know a week is a long time, but you need to recover if we're going to catch this mage. Besides, what if it just turns out to be harmless and goes away by tomorrow? Then you would be injured for no reason."
As if in answer to this question, Dom burst into the room and let out a loud yell, "I've just been down to the city. All the water is poisoned, and people are getting sick right and left!"
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Thank you everyone for reading. We really appreciate it. Please keep it up!!
Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce owns the characters, we sadly do not. Except perhaps for Atrella Odhrán. But then again no one can REALLY own her…
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"Daine!" Neal said, "How are the animals?"
"The animals!" Daine screeched, "How is Numair!?"
"I'm fine..." Numair said, but he tried to sit up and fell back down. "...Just weak," He added sourly.
Daine threw her arm around him and said, "I'm so glad you're ok, when you just fell over like that, I was so worried. I just thought, what if he's not OK, what am I going to do? I'm just glad you're all right, wait, you are all right, right?"
"Magelet," Numair cut her off, "I'm fine. Really." he added after the assessing look Daine gave him.
He tried to sit up, but Neal rushed over franticly and shoved him back down. "Hold on!" he said while bright green light protruded from his finger tips and encircled Numair in a soft, radiant glow. His spell being cast, he lowered his hand, and helped Numair stand up slowly.
"Healers." Numair commented with admiration. Then he smiled at Daine.
"You too. It's amazing. I can change shape, and turn people into trees, but I could never heal someone's broken leg like you both can."
Daine hugged him again. "I'm so glad you're back, I missed you," she said. Then more privately, she whispered in his ear, "I have some news." She then stood up and talked to Neal about Numair's condition. After a minute, her eyes widened and she looked at Numair and grimaced, then left.
Numair stared at the door, then shook his head. "Neal?" he asked, "How much longer before I can leave?"
"I'd give yourself another two or three hours before you start walking again," he said, "When you are up and about again, I'm supposed to take you to Their Majesties. Many things have happened in the last three days, and they need to see you soon."
Numair sighed, relieved, then started to lay back down.
"One more thing," Neal said. "No magic for a week."
Numair's mouth dropped open. "What! But the fog! My magic!" Numair gasped.
"You're drained anyway." Neal began. "That blow took it out of you."
Numair looked down at himself and gasped. "Neal I can't even see mine anymore!" he said.
"What? Oh, your magic. Of course not, I've put a damper spell on you. It does affect your magic strength somewhat, but it will help bring it back sooner. Besides, I told you, one week and I'll remove it."
Numair lay on the bed sulking. "One week!?" he shouted.
Finally, after a whole lot of fussing Numair was let out. He sat at one of the lunch tables with his head in his hands.
//One week! Without my magic!// he thought, //Impossible! We have a problem on our hands, and all they can think of is my health. I am perfectly fine!// He picked up a spoon full of healer prescribed soup, and ate it. After he put the spoon back down, his arm was already tired. //OK,// he thought, //So maybe I need a little more rest first, but no more than a day!//
As if reading his thoughts, Daine came over and sat by him. "Why the long face?" she asked, but without waiting for a reply she continued, "I know a week is a long time, but you need to recover if we're going to catch this mage. Besides, what if it just turns out to be harmless and goes away by tomorrow? Then you would be injured for no reason."
As if in answer to this question, Dom burst into the room and let out a loud yell, "I've just been down to the city. All the water is poisoned, and people are getting sick right and left!"
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Thank you everyone for reading. We really appreciate it. Please keep it up!!