Thanks to all of those who replied to the poll and to those who have been reviewing. The winner of the poll is Numair. And all of you who want to see him kick Hakkon's butt: maybe he will, but maybe he won't.

Nuamir's Angel

Daine looked at Hakkon surprised. What did he just say? A hawk? That couldn't be, she had never sensed a hawk coming.

"What Hawk? She asked confused.

"That one." He replied. " Going blind?"

Wow, she thought as the hawk come into her view. That had to be the most beautiful hawks she had ever. Wait. She had seen that hawk before. Excuse me wing brother she called out silently. The hawk not only never replied, but never even looked her way. Why, Daine thought, why can't. Daine stopped dead. She could no longer hear Hakkon call to the bird; she couldn't hear Lory and Rand. No, she thought, no, no, no, no, no it can't be. It's not. But how?

Nuamir, she screamed with her magic, watch out for the trees.

"Numair" That was the last thing that came out of anyone's mouth. Her travel companions looked at her like she was insane; Diane was already crying. She began to run to her husband. What was he thinking? Was he looking for her? Did he know that she was coming? Did he us the focus he had of her? Was that why he seemed so tired?

She ran so fast she about fell over. She slammed against a tree. He was back in human from; he was so handsome. Daine walked up and kneeled next to him. His dark brown eyes were closed, and his breathing was ruff. Daine pressed her cool hand against his forehead. Her name escaped his lips.

Hakkon looked over at Rand who also had his bow in hand. They would kill her once and for all. She was insane. Something she could never help, but they were not going to take care of her all her life. Lory was crying, she didn't want to watch, but she also didn't want to be left behind.

Just then they heard a man say her name.

"Daine" His voice was raspy. It sounded like he was hurt.

"It's okay." She whispered gently, "I'm hear, I'm fine. And so are you"
They hid behind the tree to watch, only to see that she was crying. She had the man's hand pressed against her cheek. The only thing you could see in her eyes was fright, fright and pure love. It was amazing. Was the man dieing? What had happened?

"Magelet." He must have realized she was upset. "It's okay. I'm fine, just a little tired." He pulled her into a tight hug and ran his fingers though her hair. "I think the thing you need to worry about is your hair," he pulled her back so he could see her face, "What were you thinking? Trying to see if we would remember you?"

"No, I didn't get much choose in the matter. Ma's old friend Lory did it. She thinks it what all the court ladies do. Do I really look that bad."

"You will always be gorgeous to me, you know that." He looked into her eyes and kissed her. She looked as if she didn't believe that he was fine with it. "I think Alanna will be able to fix it."

"Thank Werlin." She sighed. She really didn't like it either. It wasn't just Nuamir that loved her hair. Not only that, but Thyet was really go to die when she saw her hair.

"Veralidaine, were are you?" Hakkon asked as he came around the tree. The man took her hand in his and looked as if he would protect her with his life.

"Hakkon, this is my husband, Nuamir Salimain." She looked at the man, Numair. "This is Hakkon, Rand, and Lory." She nodded at them as she said their names. "They brought me back from Snowsdale." She explained to him.

"How in the name of the gods did you get there" he asked sternly. This was apparently not a light subject with him, Hakkon thought.

"I don't know, I was unconscious the whole time." She replied innocently.

"Numair" some one called "Where are you?"

"Over here Alanna" Daine called happily to her close friend.