Here it is: Chapter 5-The house of Ayama
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Numair was sweating. After nearly an hour of carrying Daine over his shoulder, he was almost ready to give up. Who was this Ayama, anyway? A 14- year-old supposed to heal his love? Not possible. He would be surprised if she could even make the wound close up. Now, Numair, stop being unreasonable he thought to himself You know perfectly well this Ayama girl could probably heal her up quite well.
Just as suddenly as they had begun walking, Umeri stopped. "She's in here, Master Numair. Ayama lives here. Shall I leave you here?" "No, Umeri, go. And take this, too. You have done me such a great favor I cannot begin to think of how to repay you." Numair held out a gold noble to the boy. "Master Numair..th-th-thank you!" Umeri stammered. Numair turned to look at Daine's pale face for a moment. When he looked up again, Umeri was gone.
Cautiously Numair approached the door. He faltered for a moment before knocking. But when he looked down at Daine's limp body, his courage took over, and without him telling it to, his hand knocked for him. A woman answered the door. "Hello, Master. I've not seen you before. What is your business?" "I wish to speak to Mistress Ayama, if you don't mind. I wish for a healing." Seeing Daine in Numair's arms, the woman nodded. "Welcome to the house of Ayama. I am her aunt. Please come in."
Numair was worried as he walked into the house of Ayama. However, once he was inside, most of his worries evaporated. He was relieved to see that the house was clean, with signs that a healer lived there, as well. I do wish Alanna were here, though. She could probably fix her in a flash. "Begging his master's pardon, but may I ask your name?" Ayama's aunt jerked Numair from his thoughts. "Ah, Numair-Numair Salmalin" he responded. "WHAT!! You, Numair Salmalin, the greatest mage in all of Tortall, telling me that you have not a drop of healing magic in you." The Aunt had stopped, wide-eyed. Numair was getting a bit nervous. "Um.yes, that's about right." "Well, then, up this way." The woman led him upstairs to another room, this one quite a bit larger then the last. "We run a hospital of sorts. We normally don't charge a fee, unless it's someone who can afford it, and it was a large healing. Most of the people can't afford it." Entering the room, Numair could see what she meant. There were cots laid out on the floor, most occupied. There were about 5 women, 3 men, and 5 teenagers rushing around to the different cots, performing their healings on the many who were sick. "Which one's Ayama?" he asked in awe. He could not imagine any of his friends doing something so.helpful! "Mistress Ayama isn't here. Come." Once gain, the aunt led Numair through a door. Here sat a teen, writing in a blank-covered book. "Aunt Brigent! How are you? And-excuse me, but I do not believe we have met. Who are you?" The girl-Ayama, he supposed, was darker skinned than most Tortallians. Her brown hair pulled back in a horsetail, and she regarded him with dull brown eyes. Unlike her aunt, she wore a white shirt and brown breeches. Numair smiled. "I am Numair Salmalin. I wish for a healing for my student Daine. She was bitten by a rattlesnake, and has not been well," Numair left out the fact that the rattlesnake had, in fact, been him. Ayama smiled. "Set her here, Master Salmalin," She indicated a small cot to her right, "Aunt Brigent, hadn't you better attend to the blacksmith's wife?" "Oh, dear, I completely forgot. Good bye, Master Salmalin." Brigent practically flew out of the room. "Is a fee necessary? I've brought money, but-" Numair was cut off by Ayama's laughter. "Of course not. I wouldn't charge anything if I had it my way, but we need money to pay for thread, needles, bandages, and the like. And most of the money we get from donations." Numair was shocked. I really must donate to this "hospital" sometime. It would certainly not be a waste of all that money I have stored up.. ~~~~~ Wait, let me switch to Ayama's POV for a second. ~~~~~ I smiled at the look on Master Numair's face, a mixture of shock, amusement, and disbelief. I began the healing on the girl-what was her name? Daine, that was it. I was almost relieved to see the brown of my Gift flow around Daine. It had been so long since I had done an actual healing. For some reason, the magic wasn't working. I could not feel the familiar excitement I normally did as I healed. Checking the sight, I was horrified. The magic had stopped an inch away from the girl. Looking up at the tall mage, I saw only pure worry in his eyes. I smiled at him reassuringly, and tried again, this time pushing harder. Nothing happened. Looking up again at the mage's face, I saw not only worry, but fear, and a burning desire so strong I could almost feel it in the air. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought he loved her. I shook my head. That would be impossible! She was his student. ~~~~~ Back to the regular POV ~~~~~ Numair was scared. If something was shielding her from magic. She may never get better. All he could hope for was that no one guess that the Daine back in her rooms was a simulacrum
What he didn't know that they did, and they were looking for him at that very moment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There shouldn't be more than 5 more chapters to this, people. So hang tight and most importantly-REVIEW!!!!
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Numair was sweating. After nearly an hour of carrying Daine over his shoulder, he was almost ready to give up. Who was this Ayama, anyway? A 14- year-old supposed to heal his love? Not possible. He would be surprised if she could even make the wound close up. Now, Numair, stop being unreasonable he thought to himself You know perfectly well this Ayama girl could probably heal her up quite well.
Just as suddenly as they had begun walking, Umeri stopped. "She's in here, Master Numair. Ayama lives here. Shall I leave you here?" "No, Umeri, go. And take this, too. You have done me such a great favor I cannot begin to think of how to repay you." Numair held out a gold noble to the boy. "Master Numair..th-th-thank you!" Umeri stammered. Numair turned to look at Daine's pale face for a moment. When he looked up again, Umeri was gone.
Cautiously Numair approached the door. He faltered for a moment before knocking. But when he looked down at Daine's limp body, his courage took over, and without him telling it to, his hand knocked for him. A woman answered the door. "Hello, Master. I've not seen you before. What is your business?" "I wish to speak to Mistress Ayama, if you don't mind. I wish for a healing." Seeing Daine in Numair's arms, the woman nodded. "Welcome to the house of Ayama. I am her aunt. Please come in."
Numair was worried as he walked into the house of Ayama. However, once he was inside, most of his worries evaporated. He was relieved to see that the house was clean, with signs that a healer lived there, as well. I do wish Alanna were here, though. She could probably fix her in a flash. "Begging his master's pardon, but may I ask your name?" Ayama's aunt jerked Numair from his thoughts. "Ah, Numair-Numair Salmalin" he responded. "WHAT!! You, Numair Salmalin, the greatest mage in all of Tortall, telling me that you have not a drop of healing magic in you." The Aunt had stopped, wide-eyed. Numair was getting a bit nervous. "Um.yes, that's about right." "Well, then, up this way." The woman led him upstairs to another room, this one quite a bit larger then the last. "We run a hospital of sorts. We normally don't charge a fee, unless it's someone who can afford it, and it was a large healing. Most of the people can't afford it." Entering the room, Numair could see what she meant. There were cots laid out on the floor, most occupied. There were about 5 women, 3 men, and 5 teenagers rushing around to the different cots, performing their healings on the many who were sick. "Which one's Ayama?" he asked in awe. He could not imagine any of his friends doing something so.helpful! "Mistress Ayama isn't here. Come." Once gain, the aunt led Numair through a door. Here sat a teen, writing in a blank-covered book. "Aunt Brigent! How are you? And-excuse me, but I do not believe we have met. Who are you?" The girl-Ayama, he supposed, was darker skinned than most Tortallians. Her brown hair pulled back in a horsetail, and she regarded him with dull brown eyes. Unlike her aunt, she wore a white shirt and brown breeches. Numair smiled. "I am Numair Salmalin. I wish for a healing for my student Daine. She was bitten by a rattlesnake, and has not been well," Numair left out the fact that the rattlesnake had, in fact, been him. Ayama smiled. "Set her here, Master Salmalin," She indicated a small cot to her right, "Aunt Brigent, hadn't you better attend to the blacksmith's wife?" "Oh, dear, I completely forgot. Good bye, Master Salmalin." Brigent practically flew out of the room. "Is a fee necessary? I've brought money, but-" Numair was cut off by Ayama's laughter. "Of course not. I wouldn't charge anything if I had it my way, but we need money to pay for thread, needles, bandages, and the like. And most of the money we get from donations." Numair was shocked. I really must donate to this "hospital" sometime. It would certainly not be a waste of all that money I have stored up.. ~~~~~ Wait, let me switch to Ayama's POV for a second. ~~~~~ I smiled at the look on Master Numair's face, a mixture of shock, amusement, and disbelief. I began the healing on the girl-what was her name? Daine, that was it. I was almost relieved to see the brown of my Gift flow around Daine. It had been so long since I had done an actual healing. For some reason, the magic wasn't working. I could not feel the familiar excitement I normally did as I healed. Checking the sight, I was horrified. The magic had stopped an inch away from the girl. Looking up at the tall mage, I saw only pure worry in his eyes. I smiled at him reassuringly, and tried again, this time pushing harder. Nothing happened. Looking up again at the mage's face, I saw not only worry, but fear, and a burning desire so strong I could almost feel it in the air. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought he loved her. I shook my head. That would be impossible! She was his student. ~~~~~ Back to the regular POV ~~~~~ Numair was scared. If something was shielding her from magic. She may never get better. All he could hope for was that no one guess that the Daine back in her rooms was a simulacrum
What he didn't know that they did, and they were looking for him at that very moment. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There shouldn't be more than 5 more chapters to this, people. So hang tight and most importantly-REVIEW!!!!