Title: Wild Mage

Author: Skysong Moonsword

Summary: 'Have I not told you the of unrest in the Divine Realms?' His mind voice said angrily, 'Have you not felt it, in the animals, the immortals? Things are changing, Wild Mage, things not even the Great Gods can control!'

Rating: PG13, because it will need it.

Disclaimer: To disclaim: 1. Refuse to recognize as one's own; deny connection with 2. Give up all claim to. Disclaim definition to the "Comprehensive Desk Dictionary". Some people might need to look up Comprehensive to understand the title.

Authors Notes: I've been needing to write a Daine/Numair since I read "Wild Magic". You knew they would get together! They just had to. And they did, so it all turned out well. I just finished 'Don't Let The Gods Interfere' by Spice (which I recommend, even if she ... never mind! I won't tell you!), and I felt the need increase. And though this chapter is short (miniscule... I tried to make it long everyone! The Badger wouldn't let me!), and updates will be sporadic as I have many other stories going on my Harry Potter account, but, as the Great Wise Omnipotent William Shakespeare once said: "I will no longer be the fool to put the finger in the eye and weep." (Adriana, Comedy of Errors), so, as a result, I will retract my finger from my eye and refrain from weeping. More like, I will sit down and write and stop crying over the last chapter in 'Don't Let The Gods Interfere'. Since you've all (some of you) suffered through this rambly excuse for an Authors Note, I'll let you read my rambly excuse for a chapter.

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The mist curled lazily around the badger's form as he stood stonily in annoyance. Truthfully, the mist curling, lazily or not, has very little to do with the badger at all, as both the badger and the mist were very advanced in their current occupations. A squirrel was chattering a scant inch away from the badger's nose and stopped its irritating chatter as the undergrowth parted behind the badger. The squirrel scampered away at the sight of the tall man that now stood behind the badger.

The badger huffed, 'Kits these days.' A young woman joined the tall dark haired, dark eyed man. The top of her head barely came to his shoulder and she smiled warmly, her blue-gray eyes dancing at the sight of the annoyed badger. 'There was a time when younglings were punctual. I was forced to endure the inane babble of tree-dwellers!'

"Poor Badger, not tree-dwellers." Veralidaine Sarrasri's smile widened as she placed her heavy pack on the ground disrupting the mist.

The tall man, Numair Salmalín, by name, chuckled and followed suit, dropping his own pack and disrupting the mist further.

The badger waddled over to Daine, cuffing her leg, 'Don't be smart with me! Kit's should be silent!'

A trill sounded from Daine's pack, Numair grinned, "Didn't you hear him, Kitten? He said Kit's should remain silent."

A sharp whistle followed the comment, accompanied by several grumpy chirps. The badger huffed again, 'Have I not told you the of unrest in the Divine Realms?' His mind voice said angrily, 'Have you not felt it, in the animals, the immortals? Things are changing, Wild Mage, things not even the Great Gods can control!'

Daine winced at his sharp tone, "There's nothing I can do to change it, Badger! I'm god born, not a saint."

Numair winced as the badger sunk wicked claws into Daine's leg, and Daine herself stifled a cry. 'You are a member of the Divine Realms as well as the Mortal. You have friends in the Stormwings, Dragons, and the People. Do you not think this will be useful in restoring the balance between the Realms? You underestimate yourself, kit.' There was an almost blinding flash of silver light, and the badger, and the mist disappeared.