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Numair's Daine: I want to know what happens too! By the way, I like your fanfics.
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CHAPTER 2
"Wait a minute," Numair said. "She left saying that she was following me?"
"That's right," Onua agreed.
"And I haven't seen her. Meaning.. what?" Numair's pale face and anxious expression didn't pass his friends by.
"Stop worrying, Numair," Jon said. "She probably just wanted to get away from us for a little bit. You know-took a little vacation and didn't want us knowing where. You know how Daine is."
"Right," Numair agreed. As much as he wanted to believe his friend, he couldn't think that Daine just up-and-left without seeing him at least once. Unless it had to do with him. Everything had clicked in Numair's brain. Daine had left because she wanted to get away from him. He had left without leaving word and had stayed away for a long time. No wonder Daine interperreted it wrong-he could have been anywhere. Either she didn't think he loved her (of course he did!) or she didn't love him-and had left. Or- his heart sank even farther-both. Numair summoned all his diplomacy and smiled thinly. "You're right. She is like that sometimes. Listen, Jon, I'll tell you more about that village I mentioned later-I'm tired and I want to rest."
"Go ahead, rest all you want," the King replied. Numair walked out, his shoulders slumped and his feet dragging slightly-both could be signs of being tired. But Onua knew better. She watched Numair go. She had seen his inner struggle where others had not. Her suspicions increased.
Numair threw himself down on the bed in his room and fought the urge to cry. Daine, where are you? Please come back! I love you, I will always love you. I need you here! Daine! His thoughts were troubled and dark. He didn't know where his Daine was, didn't know how he could find her, didn't know if she loved him.. Numair hugged his pillow to him. It didn't help to still his inner pain and anguish, the vice choking his heart, but it gave him something to squeeze. He thought of how he had held Daine's body in his arms, how she had been warm and soft but firm. How she had held him.. How her hair had smelled..
Suddenly he sat bolt upright. Her hair! He gropped for his left hand and produced the locket with which he had found Daine with the spidrens. Numair closed his eyes, thought the spell, and cast around in his mind's eye for the point of light that gave the focused on away. Nothing. Astonished, he opened his eyes, then closed them again, draining the rest of his power on one last desperate try. Still, there was nothing. Numair fell back down, tired and sore. He close his eyes and dreamed of Daine...
Zek was terrified-as he had been for the last few days. He had jumped on to Daine, hiding in her hair when the night-cloaked men had picked her up. She had been unresponsive and colder than usual. The night-men had carried her out of a side gate, held open by another night-man. Then, out into the city, through mazes of alleys that he saw dimly throught the curtain of smoky brown curls all around him. Then, they had come to a forest, full of the sounds and smells of predators-though that didn't seem to bother the men. They stood over Zek and Daine and started chanting something, gesturing with their hands. Slowly, a round bubble of light formed around them and blocked of all view of the men. And then, just as suddenly, it was gone. Zek had been puzzled but had forgotten it again when the men again picked them up and trotted off.
That had been two days ago, and they were still traveling. Daine was still in a stupor, and the men alternated carrying her. Sometimes, they would stop and one of the men would poor water down her throat. The day before, they had boarded a boat and set sail across a huge expanse of water, which smelled salty and briny. They were still sailing, and Zek was seasick. If he hadn't been afraid of giving himself away, he would have searched for ground that wasn't rolling under his claws and made him dizzy.
Why didn't the two-leggers help them?
A/N: I'll write again ASAP. Please R/R!
A/N: Thanks for reviewing!
Spice: Yeah, the note's in her handwriting.
Numair's Daine: I want to know what happens too! By the way, I like your fanfics.
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CHAPTER 2
"Wait a minute," Numair said. "She left saying that she was following me?"
"That's right," Onua agreed.
"And I haven't seen her. Meaning.. what?" Numair's pale face and anxious expression didn't pass his friends by.
"Stop worrying, Numair," Jon said. "She probably just wanted to get away from us for a little bit. You know-took a little vacation and didn't want us knowing where. You know how Daine is."
"Right," Numair agreed. As much as he wanted to believe his friend, he couldn't think that Daine just up-and-left without seeing him at least once. Unless it had to do with him. Everything had clicked in Numair's brain. Daine had left because she wanted to get away from him. He had left without leaving word and had stayed away for a long time. No wonder Daine interperreted it wrong-he could have been anywhere. Either she didn't think he loved her (of course he did!) or she didn't love him-and had left. Or- his heart sank even farther-both. Numair summoned all his diplomacy and smiled thinly. "You're right. She is like that sometimes. Listen, Jon, I'll tell you more about that village I mentioned later-I'm tired and I want to rest."
"Go ahead, rest all you want," the King replied. Numair walked out, his shoulders slumped and his feet dragging slightly-both could be signs of being tired. But Onua knew better. She watched Numair go. She had seen his inner struggle where others had not. Her suspicions increased.
Numair threw himself down on the bed in his room and fought the urge to cry. Daine, where are you? Please come back! I love you, I will always love you. I need you here! Daine! His thoughts were troubled and dark. He didn't know where his Daine was, didn't know how he could find her, didn't know if she loved him.. Numair hugged his pillow to him. It didn't help to still his inner pain and anguish, the vice choking his heart, but it gave him something to squeeze. He thought of how he had held Daine's body in his arms, how she had been warm and soft but firm. How she had held him.. How her hair had smelled..
Suddenly he sat bolt upright. Her hair! He gropped for his left hand and produced the locket with which he had found Daine with the spidrens. Numair closed his eyes, thought the spell, and cast around in his mind's eye for the point of light that gave the focused on away. Nothing. Astonished, he opened his eyes, then closed them again, draining the rest of his power on one last desperate try. Still, there was nothing. Numair fell back down, tired and sore. He close his eyes and dreamed of Daine...
Zek was terrified-as he had been for the last few days. He had jumped on to Daine, hiding in her hair when the night-cloaked men had picked her up. She had been unresponsive and colder than usual. The night-men had carried her out of a side gate, held open by another night-man. Then, out into the city, through mazes of alleys that he saw dimly throught the curtain of smoky brown curls all around him. Then, they had come to a forest, full of the sounds and smells of predators-though that didn't seem to bother the men. They stood over Zek and Daine and started chanting something, gesturing with their hands. Slowly, a round bubble of light formed around them and blocked of all view of the men. And then, just as suddenly, it was gone. Zek had been puzzled but had forgotten it again when the men again picked them up and trotted off.
That had been two days ago, and they were still traveling. Daine was still in a stupor, and the men alternated carrying her. Sometimes, they would stop and one of the men would poor water down her throat. The day before, they had boarded a boat and set sail across a huge expanse of water, which smelled salty and briny. They were still sailing, and Zek was seasick. If he hadn't been afraid of giving himself away, he would have searched for ground that wasn't rolling under his claws and made him dizzy.
Why didn't the two-leggers help them?
A/N: I'll write again ASAP. Please R/R!