Ok, I am REALLY sorry people, I haven't updated in like 3 weeks.And oh
yeah, I'm REALLY bad at making up names, so if you come up with better
ideas PLEASE email me and don't be mad if I accidentally-on-purpose use
them, ok?
Oh, and this whole thing takes place after the barriers between the realms collapsed, but before the 1st chapter of ROTG. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Outside, the wolves howled. They had good reason. Their leader, Brokefang, had sensed that the Girl who is Pack was on the edge of life around midday the day before. They had immediately started running towards her location. Once they had reached the outer wall of the large city, they had discovered they could not get to her. In protest, they howled nonstop all night.
***
Numair paced the room. Daine was still rather white, and he was very worried. Now she had been unconscious for two days, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had not yet come across another decent healer, and he needed one. He sighed and wished the Lioness were there. She would definitely know what to do. What was more, he didn't know why King Jonathan wouldn't just heal her himself. He did, after all, have healing magic, and it was just a silly snakebite. He would have to do something, and soon. If only, if only the Lioness didn't take so long to get prepared for battle. Even her husband would do. Which reminded him of George Cooper's past occupations.
***
Heavily cloaked, Numair opened the door to the Dancing Dove. He had been there a few times before, but had not intended to stay long. Now he was prepared to stay as long as was needed. He spotted his young friend Umeri Smith at a table near the back. "Hey, Numiar, why'd you come so late?" Umeri asked when Numair came over. "Umeri.I need the best healer down here.As soon as possible." Numair waited for the answer. "You mean Ayama. I'll take you to her right now," Umeri had a bright look on his face, "Whoever you need healed actually has a chance with that little girl, for all she's only 14." "She's only WHAT? And Ayama who?" Numiar was almost as mad as when the King wouldn't send a healer. "Just plain Ayama. And yes, she's only 14, but she's got healing magic stronger than a iron bar."
*** Jonathan sensed there was something wrong. First, Numiar had stomped out of the conference room in a rage. Over a girl. Then, wolves howled outside all night. Over a girl. What was more, if any real battles came along while Numiar was-who knew where he was! If any battles started, with powerful mages, it would be hard to stop them without Numiar. And another of their defenses, Kitten, was curled by Daine's bed, sulking, and gray. If wyverns came.. Jonathan couldn't think about it. Numiar had mentioned she was key to Tortall's defense. Which she was, but Jonathan suspected he wanted her seen to for an entirely different reason. He shook his head. What was he thinking? He was her teacher. Perhaps he might heal her himself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok people...I need reviews.*Stares at wondrous little Submit Review button in corner for 5 minutes* Really.I like to be emailed, too..
Oh, and this whole thing takes place after the barriers between the realms collapsed, but before the 1st chapter of ROTG. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Outside, the wolves howled. They had good reason. Their leader, Brokefang, had sensed that the Girl who is Pack was on the edge of life around midday the day before. They had immediately started running towards her location. Once they had reached the outer wall of the large city, they had discovered they could not get to her. In protest, they howled nonstop all night.
***
Numair paced the room. Daine was still rather white, and he was very worried. Now she had been unconscious for two days, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had not yet come across another decent healer, and he needed one. He sighed and wished the Lioness were there. She would definitely know what to do. What was more, he didn't know why King Jonathan wouldn't just heal her himself. He did, after all, have healing magic, and it was just a silly snakebite. He would have to do something, and soon. If only, if only the Lioness didn't take so long to get prepared for battle. Even her husband would do. Which reminded him of George Cooper's past occupations.
***
Heavily cloaked, Numair opened the door to the Dancing Dove. He had been there a few times before, but had not intended to stay long. Now he was prepared to stay as long as was needed. He spotted his young friend Umeri Smith at a table near the back. "Hey, Numiar, why'd you come so late?" Umeri asked when Numair came over. "Umeri.I need the best healer down here.As soon as possible." Numair waited for the answer. "You mean Ayama. I'll take you to her right now," Umeri had a bright look on his face, "Whoever you need healed actually has a chance with that little girl, for all she's only 14." "She's only WHAT? And Ayama who?" Numiar was almost as mad as when the King wouldn't send a healer. "Just plain Ayama. And yes, she's only 14, but she's got healing magic stronger than a iron bar."
*** Jonathan sensed there was something wrong. First, Numiar had stomped out of the conference room in a rage. Over a girl. Then, wolves howled outside all night. Over a girl. What was more, if any real battles came along while Numiar was-who knew where he was! If any battles started, with powerful mages, it would be hard to stop them without Numiar. And another of their defenses, Kitten, was curled by Daine's bed, sulking, and gray. If wyverns came.. Jonathan couldn't think about it. Numiar had mentioned she was key to Tortall's defense. Which she was, but Jonathan suspected he wanted her seen to for an entirely different reason. He shook his head. What was he thinking? He was her teacher. Perhaps he might heal her himself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok people...I need reviews.*Stares at wondrous little Submit Review button in corner for 5 minutes* Really.I like to be emailed, too..