(A/N) Whoo hoo!! Another update. Yay for me!! Ummm.... Field trip tomorrow to Balboa Park!! So, I get done with the museums early and I bring my laptop, I can write in the park. Fantabulous! This means that you get an earlier update; or a longer one. Yes a longer one.... Read on and enjoy!!!

Daine looked up from activity. She swore she heard someone approaching. She turned to her left and right, searching for the source of the mysterious noise. Daine saw nothing so she returned to her leisurely read.
Daine leaned back against the tree, careful not to move too much because she didn't want to tumble out of the tree that she was lounging in. Daine turned the book over to its cover and read for the fifth time, The Art of Tortall and How History Has Influenced It.
Daine sighed. The book was interesting, but in marathon readings it was quite dull and boring. But Daine really had no choice. Numair was finishing one of his experiments and it was the only book available. She had already read the books on animals so many times that she had memorized the books word for word. The other books were filled with Numair's advanced vocabulary and Daine could only dream of understanding the advanced magical concepts and theories. The history part of the book was way beyond Daine, but she enjoyed looking at the art. It was either the art book or a mathematical concepts book.
Daine opened the book again and flipped to some of the more recent art. About one hundred years earlier there had been a widespread epidemic that spared few. The book explained that after the plague art had taken two directions: scenes depicting fatality and more wanton images.
Daine was amazed at the contrast of the two new types of art: the darkness of the death scenes and skeletons and the bright colors of tavern life and people enjoying them selves.
Daine heard the sound again. She shut the book shut and jumped down from the tree. Landing like a cat, she crouched on the ground and looked around. She heard the noise again. Daine turned her head. It was coming from behind her. She quietly pulled out her dagger from its sheath that hung from her belt.
Daine walked slowly towards where she heard the noise. Suddenly a small cat ran out of the bushes: a black kitten.
"Vinnie!" Daine yelled.
*Yes?* the kitten asked.
*Don't do that again. I thought that there was someone in there*
*There is* he replied and proceeded to lick himself clean.
*Really?*
*Yes* the cat said nonchalantly.
Daine walked away from the bushes. "I have to use the latrine," she said.
*Sure you do* Vinnie said.
Daine walked around the bushes and crept up behind the person. Quietly she got behind them. Suddenly she put her dagger around their neck and held it up to their throat.
"Move and I'll slit your throat," Daine whispered in the person's ear.
She shoved the person around and smiled: it was Numair.
"Master Mage, I thought that you were conducting an experiment." Daine stated.
"I was... ah, distracted," Numair replied.
Daine sheathed her dagger and held out a hand to help him up. He gladly took her hand and hoisted himself up. He ten immediately swept her up into a tight hug.
"I can never concentrate when you're around," he whispered.
Daine put her hands on the sides of his face. Her hands were so small in comparison to his broad face. She smiled dreamily at this thought. She gently leaned her head in and kissed him on the lips.
Numair picked Daine up in his arms and cradled her. She placed her arms around his neck, willing to let him take her anywhere he wanted to go. Numair walked back to the tower. He went to his bedroom and stopped in the doorway. He looked at Daine. Daine looked slightly uncertain, but in an instant her doubts flew away and she nodded confidently.
Numair carried her into his room and lightly placed her on the bed. Daine reached her head up and kissed Numair. She bit his lit and it encouraged Numair to continue. The next instant Daine found that she was no longer on the offensive side. Numair had taken control of the situation and she liked it.
But Daine wanted control of the situation again. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue over Numair's lips. He opened his mouth and met her tongue. The more passionate the two of them got, the less satisfying it became; so Daine would take it to the next step in an effort to curb her insatiable appetite for Numair.
Numair was surprised at how Daine was reacting to his every move: she would match it, then exceed it. Numair knew that she was a virgin, but his love for Daine intensifies and magnified the pleasure he felt when she touched him. She was an expert in Numair's eyes.
Daine tugged at Numair's shirt hem. It came loose and she slid her hand up his chest. Numair stopped kissing Daine. He suddenly became aware of the location of every nerve that resided I his chest. It was a glorious feeling to him. Daine gave him her smile: sweet and innocent.
She reached up to his ear and whispered, "Je t'aime. Tu es sympathique, intelligent, aimable, poli, spiritual, et très, très beau. Tu fait moi herueuse."
"Merci beaucoup. Tu es qu'et plus," Numair whispered back.
He lifted Daine's shirt up. She raised her arms so it would be easier for him to take off her shirt. Numair slipped it off and sat Daine up. He leaned her against his headboard. Daine looked at him questioningly.
Numair kissed her belly button. He kissed everything around her belly button. He kissed above her breast band and kissed it with his lips so he could kiss lower on her breasts.
All of a sudden Daine put a hand to her head. She winced hard in pain. Numair slid up beside her and wrapped his arms around her figure.
"What is it?" he asked.
Daine shook her head. "The People," Daine whispered, barely audible.
A bird flew in the window. It was twittering madly, chirping as if it were going to die. Numair lightly put his hand around the bird and enclosed it in his fist. It started to calm down.
"Daine, can you talk to it?" Numair asked gently, trying not to prod or poke Diane.
She nodded yes. Numair observed the silent exchanges until Daine became wide-eyed and buried her face in Numair's chest.
She talked into his shirt, her voice muffled. Numair lifted her head gently. She repeated what she said again.
"Pirate's Swoop."

(A/N) Ah! We have encountered the dreaded cliffhanger. This is up for CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88. Thanks for you help!! The more reviews I get, the fast I'll update!! Not really. I just won't update this story. I'll update my other story. Or I'll update neither of them!! *evil laugh* Laters! 3 Nelly
Once again, I used to French for the Gallan. *hears bitching and moaning from the crowd* Hey! It's not like I have any language in the books to play off of, so quiet! Geesh. You create your own Gallan, see how hard that is...
Anachronisms are good. They are my friends. So deal with them. But they didn't have this and that...!! Boo hoo. Cry about it some more. Do you want a tissue for your issues? Merlin knew about electricity, but it was supposed to be the Middle Ages. It just made him cooler. So anachronisms in my fic make it cooler. I hope....