Sorry it took so long to update, but I'm new at this and found that it's hard to write a story unless you have already planned what is going to happen in your mind. So, every night while falling asleep I would pick up the story line in my head. The hard part was finding time to write it down. Thanks for the reviews, hope you feel the same way after this. Not that there's any reason you shouldn't...

I do not own any of this. The credit goes to Tamora Pierce. All I did was continue Daine and Numair's lives.

Takes place same day, but later in afternoon.

Daine and Numair were sitting against a rock by the pond where Numair first showed Daine her magic and they saw the undine. They were talking about life a little, but mostly just enjoyed being in each other's arms. They heard the bell announcing suppertime.
"I suppose that means we should go eat." Numair told her.
"But if we leave, we'll have to go back to the student-teacher relationship." Daine complained, wrapped in Numair's arms.
"I know that, but aren't you hungry?"
"Yes, but I can ignore that as long as I'm here with you, in your arms." She looked up at him and kissed him.
"How about, if we go eat, I'll talk to Jon about a vacation." He was ready to say almost anything to get her to eat; he was a big guy, and needed his food.
"Could we? Just the two of us?" She asked, turning around to face him.
"Of course we can. I'm the most powerful mage in Tortall. If Jon doesn't agree to with me, there is a long list of things I can do to him to convince him otherwise." Daine heard the danger in his voice and shivered. He kissed her forehead.
"You are certainly not someone I would want as an enemy." She said.
"As of now, and for eternity, you are as far away from my enemy, as Ozorne was an ally." She grimaced at the name but smiled at the point of the comment.
"I love you too Numair." They kissed passionately. When they came up for air, Numair spoke. "So, we can leave tonight, or tomorrow morning. But keep in mind that I'm eating before we leave, whenever that may be. "Then I suggest we go eat supper now, because I want to get as much time alone with you as possible. He smiled, kissed her softly, and then rose to head towards the mess hall.

"We're doing an experiment and need lots of open space with no disruptions. You know as well as I do that finding that here would be a miracle. Therefore, we are going to my tower for one week and wish not to be disturbed." Numair announced to the monarchs that night after supper, while Daine packed their things. "We will be leaving shortly."
"Very well, however I want you back here in seven days sharp." Jon told him with a wave of his hand to signal his dismissal.

Numair left their majesties and headed down the corridor, out the door and off towards Daine's room. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled at her. "We're all set." They said at the same time, and laughed.
"Spots is saddled up and ready to leave. (A/N: I don't know how many other people remember, but in the first few pages of Wild Magic, Daine tells Onua that she rides mostly bareback but can use a saddle). They swung their saddlebags over their shoulders and went to mount up.
Daine knew that Cloud and Spots knew the trail so she rode close to Spots and snuggled into the crook of Numair's arm. (A/N: I know it takes like a week or two days, (I don't know how I have those numbers in my head,) to get to his tower, but in my story it's gonna take a couple of hours). Daine was asleep after about a half an hour and Numair meditated.

When they arrived, Numair positioned Cloud so Daine was leaning against a wall. He knew she would stay there and adjust her position if Daine moved. He unsaddled and brushed Spots, then swung the saddlebags over his shoulders. He walked over to Cloud and gently lifted off Daine. He held her against him, using his knee to stabilize her, and brushed Cloud quickly. Then he apologized for the short grooming, but knew she understood why it was short. He cradled Daine and quietly carried her up to his bedchambers. He opened the door and pulled down the covers with his Gift, so as not to wake Daine. He laid her down and put the saddlebags on the floor in a corner. He took off her boots, breeches, and tunic. (A/N: Just in case someone forgets, the tunic is the thing that goes over the shirt, so she wasn't down to her breastband.) He then changed into a nightshirt and climbed into bed next to her. He wrapped his arms around her pulled her close. As soon as he was settled in, he was fast asleep, dreaming about Daine.