Title: Wild Mage
Author: Skysong Moonsword
Summary: 'Have I not told you of the 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: If I ever meet Tamora Pierce, I'll beg and plead to own at least Numair or George. I get the feeling she won't give the copyrights to me, so until then, it isn't mine.
Authors Notes: Thanks go to:
Numair's Daine: Hehe, I'm going, I'm going!
Horseluver: YES! Rambling is your friend. :)
Russell: I owe you, Short Man. These are your fault!
Sitting Dragon: Lol. If you're good, this can be long. If you're bad, this can be long anyway.
CTHKSI: What does your name stand for? Thanks for reviewing!
***
Daine sighed and leaned against Numair for support, "I hate cryptic warnings." She muttered.
Numair offered her a small smile, brushing an ash brown curl away from her face and tucking it behind her ear, "Sir Barlow of Yadi thought cryptic messages were a gift from the Gods. He made every attempt to give them. His son-."
Daine hushed him, "Sir Barlow of Yadi was a court drunk." Numair grinned at her and muttered something about students outstripping their teachers.
She smiled at him and began setting up the camp. She could hear the People surrounding the secluded clearing and assured them all was well. She could feel a sharp slash of gold several miles southeast and wondered why the People were still in the area. The badgers voice floated in her memory, 'Things are changing, Wild Mage, things not even the Great Gods can control.' She shivered and Numair cast her a worried glance.
"Shall I start a fire, Sweetling?" He asked as crickets started their nightly song.
She nodded and rolled out the bedrolls. She turned as Numair's black and white Gift lit the clearing, igniting a smokeless fire in a well-worn pit. Kitten hopped out of Daine's pack, snuggling in the very middle of the roll. Daine shot the young dragon a look; "Maybe I should get you your own roll." She said crossly. The dragon whistled mournfully and climbed under the covers, leaving plenty of room for Daine.
Numair gave the young woman a worried glance but set to pulling out the dried rabbit strips, offering one to the young wild mage.
She forced a grin, and took it, munching thoughtfully. Was she supposed to restore the balance? Of course not! She scoffed, it's impossible.
The man across from her yawned widely and curled into his bedroll. She smiled at him. Numair loved her, and that was enough. Was it though? Everywhere she went, Daine was suddenly the main piece in a crazy chess game. Why couldn't she have just lived a normal life? Perhaps it was her father, the hunting god Weiryn, or her mother, the recently instated Green Lady. Or maybe it was her magic, or her love for her teacher, Numair. It could be any number of things, ranging from her parentage, to raising Kitten.
Daine sighed and removed her quiver, dropping it down next to her pack. Climbing into her bedroll with a yawn, she closed her eyes and slept.
***
Gainel shook his head, waving away the mirror. He was the God of Dreams, but even he could see that Daine was dreaming herself into a lie where everything would be all right. She would not enjoy the reality when she awoke.
Author: Skysong Moonsword
Summary: 'Have I not told you of the 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: If I ever meet Tamora Pierce, I'll beg and plead to own at least Numair or George. I get the feeling she won't give the copyrights to me, so until then, it isn't mine.
Authors Notes: Thanks go to:
Numair's Daine: Hehe, I'm going, I'm going!
Horseluver: YES! Rambling is your friend. :)
Russell: I owe you, Short Man. These are your fault!
Sitting Dragon: Lol. If you're good, this can be long. If you're bad, this can be long anyway.
CTHKSI: What does your name stand for? Thanks for reviewing!
***
Daine sighed and leaned against Numair for support, "I hate cryptic warnings." She muttered.
Numair offered her a small smile, brushing an ash brown curl away from her face and tucking it behind her ear, "Sir Barlow of Yadi thought cryptic messages were a gift from the Gods. He made every attempt to give them. His son-."
Daine hushed him, "Sir Barlow of Yadi was a court drunk." Numair grinned at her and muttered something about students outstripping their teachers.
She smiled at him and began setting up the camp. She could hear the People surrounding the secluded clearing and assured them all was well. She could feel a sharp slash of gold several miles southeast and wondered why the People were still in the area. The badgers voice floated in her memory, 'Things are changing, Wild Mage, things not even the Great Gods can control.' She shivered and Numair cast her a worried glance.
"Shall I start a fire, Sweetling?" He asked as crickets started their nightly song.
She nodded and rolled out the bedrolls. She turned as Numair's black and white Gift lit the clearing, igniting a smokeless fire in a well-worn pit. Kitten hopped out of Daine's pack, snuggling in the very middle of the roll. Daine shot the young dragon a look; "Maybe I should get you your own roll." She said crossly. The dragon whistled mournfully and climbed under the covers, leaving plenty of room for Daine.
Numair gave the young woman a worried glance but set to pulling out the dried rabbit strips, offering one to the young wild mage.
She forced a grin, and took it, munching thoughtfully. Was she supposed to restore the balance? Of course not! She scoffed, it's impossible.
The man across from her yawned widely and curled into his bedroll. She smiled at him. Numair loved her, and that was enough. Was it though? Everywhere she went, Daine was suddenly the main piece in a crazy chess game. Why couldn't she have just lived a normal life? Perhaps it was her father, the hunting god Weiryn, or her mother, the recently instated Green Lady. Or maybe it was her magic, or her love for her teacher, Numair. It could be any number of things, ranging from her parentage, to raising Kitten.
Daine sighed and removed her quiver, dropping it down next to her pack. Climbing into her bedroll with a yawn, she closed her eyes and slept.
***
Gainel shook his head, waving away the mirror. He was the God of Dreams, but even he could see that Daine was dreaming herself into a lie where everything would be all right. She would not enjoy the reality when she awoke.
