Sorry it took so long, but I've been really sucked into this new series I'm reading, it's called Fearless. It's really good. Kudos to Ed because he reminds me of George...in a.....wheelchair, heheh. See how obsessed I am? And for no good reason at all except that he reminds me of Jon...I really don't like Sam.
I just finished book 12 and I keep wanting to hurt Gaia 4 not liking Ed! Leave Sam (preppy poser) to Heather and go for ED!!! Sorry I haven't really done anything but read for three days so I'm still in book world. Yes I have no life cause I'm poor. Just be happy you're not Hazel aka Joey (who has to listen to me rant over the phone)
Mr. MooMoo ect. aka Folloer#6: Numair is a commoner. From Tyra....I think......But for this story he's not.
Ray Dragon: thanx. I'm glad you like that too
fantasyfreako: thanx, and weren't you my first reviewer? I'm too lazy to look.
Random Person number 3: thanx, and don't worry. Sometimes I speak in Elisabethin cause I work at the Renaissance fair. (Once I said "How fair thee?" to my teacher)
Thank you Lady Hazel for putting ch 3 up FINALLY. How long had I been asking you to do it!!?? God woman! I hope you get trampled by The Fuzzy Sparkly Grammatical Erroring Zebra!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: no one is mine. Atraue isn't mine eather, and if you don't know who's he is you haven't heard my rant about Lady Hazel
Numair: Miss author lady person?
Me: Yes, Numair?
Numair: Why did I freak about being a commoner
Me: Because I haven't re-read IMMORTALS in a long time, I forgot you're a commoner
Numair: so why don't you fix it?
Me: Cause I don't want to change it where Daine yells at you!
Numair: I don't care!
Me: I DO!
Numair: Fix it!
Me: NO!
Numair: Yes!
Me: Look here, I am Author, I control you! I can put you through a lot of pain. (evil look in eyes) I' ll turn you into a fruit fly if don't get back in the story!
Numair: No you won't
Me: want a bet?
Numair: You don't have the magic
Me: fine. (A lime green cloud covers Numair and leaves him as a fruit fly)
Numair: (in squeaky voice) must...find...fruit!
Georges hand: ( comes out of no where and swats Numair out of the air)
Numair: (still in squeaky voice) eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! (as he falls to the floor)
Me: Now get in the story!!!
Numair: (turns into a person and walks away out of camera's sight. (comes back) What about the pillow thing?
Me: GO!!!!!!
"Love is like the wind, I feel it, but I can't see it."--- A walk to remember It just seemed appropriate
Chapter: 4
Numair met Daine on the way back to his room. He had made it up the stairs and down the small hall when he ran into her. She knew better than to out right ask what happened, so instead she said, "Numair, I was looking for you. I have a question about this animal that I found in the book you gave me. Do you have time to help me?"
"Of course Magelet, I always have time for my lovely student." He said teasingly, the whole palace knew about their relationship anyway. Daine blushed and turned around and walked back to her rooms, Numair could do nothing but follow.
Daine unlocked her door and held it for Numair. When he got inside, he looked around then asked, "Where is Kitten?" But Daine did not answer. Instead, she locked the door, then got really close to Numair so even if someone was listening, only Numair would hear.
"What happened? I didn't expect you back so soon." Daine looked him over with worry all over her face.
Numair mumbled, "It was a set up. I was never going to learn any thing." Daine had a confused look so he kept going. "they made the letter so obvious to see if any one would follow."
"Did someone follow?"
Numair didn't want to make her worry but he knew she could tell when he lied. Looking at Daine's hair and not her eyes he said, "Yes."
"Did they get him? Are they questioning him? Are you ok?" Numair put a finger to her lips before she could ask any more questions.
"Yes, yes, and yes. Don't be such a worry wart." With that, he moved his finger from Daine's mouth laid a gentle kiss on her lips.
When he pulled away, she threw her arms over his shoulders and pulled him back to her. Numair could sense that she needed this. Needed to hold him. Because he felt the same way.
They somehow made it to the bedroom, after pushing almost everything to the floor because they never took their mouths off each other. They fell on to the bed laughing. But it stopped when Numair kissed Daine again.
Very slowly, their clothes had come off and they were under the covers, about to do that thing that adults do. (wink, wink)
Someone knocked on the door in the other room. Numair popped his head out from under the covers, trying to listen. However, it was kind of hard when Daine was playing with his chest hair. "Stop it! I can't concentrate when you do that."
From under the covers Daine said, "That's what I want."
Numair shook his head and sat up on the bed. Now he could hear a man say, "Daine? Is
Numair in there with ye? Daine? I know ye be in there!" Numair got out of bed and went to put his pants on. Hopping on one foot to get his other leg in, he made it to the door. He forgot to put his shirt on, but he had already opened the door.
There stood Stefan, the man with Wild Magic who lived in the stables. Stefan made to speak but then looked behind Numair, then quickly away. Numair looked back to see Daine coming through the door pulling a sheet around her.
Numair blushed as he looked back at Stefan. "Did you need me Stefan?" Numair asked.
Looking strait at Numair, making sure not to look past him Stefan said, "Ye are t' meet George at his mother's house at 6 o'clock, sire." The man made an awkward bow and briskly walked away.
Numair closed the door and turned around. Daine was trying to hold in a laugh. Numair raised a brow at her, which caused her to break into laughter. Between the laughs, she was able to say, "Oh, poor Stefan! We probably scared him for life!" At that, Numair also let out a laughed.
Once the laughing was done, the romantic moment had pasted, so Numair told Daine exactly what had happened at the Dancing Dove. Daine found the whole thing amusing once she knew the facts. Numair had to admit, the yelling match between Baron George and the King was truly entertaining.
Numair spent the rest of the day with Daine. (But they stayed away from the bedroom) They played a few games of chess, and of course, Numair won almost every game.
During the game, Numair asked, "So where is Kitten? I haven't seen her all day.
Never taking her eyes off the board, Daine answered, "Big Blue took her to the Dragon Lands for the week. He said that he would know if I would need her, so he'd take her home sooner if need be." She moved her Knight and looked up at Numair. "But there are no wars for once, so I don't think she will be needed."
Numair smirked at Daine and looked back at the board, making a confused face. Even though he had seen her place her Knight in a position that threatened his Queen, but he wasn't going to let her know that. He would let her go on her plan and get her when she didn't suspect it.
She hadn't noticed that she placed her Knight in the way of his Bishop. Just to make the game last a little longer, he moved a Pawn to a useless square.
But Daine had played too many games of chess with Numair, and she noted that he made a useless move. She studied the board. Then she said, "You jerk!"
Smiling innocently he said, "What?"
"You're going to win, you got me trapped!"
"If I let you win, you'll just yell at me, so why are you mad at me for playing fair?" Numair asked amused.
"No that's not why I'm mad. You can't just win. You have to pick off all my defenses, or make them dance around before you get to the king! And looking at the board, that's what you're going to do, again!"
Later on, when Daine finally gave up on chess, she suggested they go out side. The sun was still above the Coast Hills, and there was a light breeze. Together they walked into the royal forest.
Every once and a while Daine would stop to talk to a squirrel or a sparrow. Numair kept quiet during these conversations, watching, as the squirrel would squeak then Daine would laugh or respond. The whole thing was very fascinating to watch.
The couple went on like this until Numair noticed how low the sun had gone. "I better start for Mistress Cooper's house. Or is she now married to Sir Myles?"
"No, not yet, but Sir Myles did ask her to marry him. Their wedding will be in the spring, I am told."
"Ah, that makes since." Numair paused then looked at Daine. "You know, I could take care for us as a juggler. We could go to Galla and I would go into town and juggle and bring you back great feasts of all kinds of bread, cheese, fish."
Daine smiled and gave him a small kiss. "You would be miserable as juggler. Never learning new things, and not using your gift as much. It's not smart to waste a gift from the Gods."
Numair sighed and nodded. "I know." He put his arms around his love and kissed her gently a few times. Then they walked together to the edge of the forest where they went their separate paths.
Instead of walking to the Outer City, Numair decided to ride. He got his horse out of the stables and headed for the city.
By the time he had left the Inner City the sun was half way behind the hills. He had barely noticed. Numair was still thinking of Daine. How would this thing affect them? Would he be allowed to see her?
Thinking about her full lips and her long locks of smoky brown hair, he didn't notice that he was being followed.
Numair started watching where he was going after he had almost walked his horse into an inn. He had to repeatedly ask forgiveness of the inn keeper. The sky went from red into a deep blue to the west. He could hear the sound of laughter coming from homes and bars. The street had a few people still. They seemed to be the merchants, locking up their shops and going home.
Mistress Cooper's little house came into sight and he trotted the rest of the way. A man came to take his horse as he rode into the little stable. Before he turned to go the man said, "He's wait'n for ye in the kitchen sir." and left Numair to give the tired horse some hay.
Numair did find George in the kitchen as well as another man he had never met before. George sat at the small table sipping a cup of tea. The stranger was leaning in the doorframe leading to the stairs and other parts of the house. He had brown hair down to the nape of the neck. He had compelling blue/green eyes that seemed to change color in the light. Through his tunic, Numair could see muscles.
Numair frowned as he remembered the year before when he had tried to get a six-pack, and he had ended up getting a broken arm trying to lift a weight. But then he smiled as he remembered Daine pampering him afterward.
"There you are Numair, let's get this over with. I have to get back home, I promised Thom that I'd show him how to play Snakes and Foxes tomorrow." George motioned to the stranger, and came to the table and sat down on the right of George.
Numair watched them both for a moment then slowly took a seat where he could see both of them with out turning. Not wanting any surprised from this man.
As soon as he sat down George got down to business. He pulled a small parchment out of the pouch hanging from his belt. "Alright Numair, We've got every thing ready. You were born in (Galla). Your mother, Geena, was a weaver. Your father, Herbert, was a farmer." He stopped and glanced up at Numair, then continued. "You ran away from home when you were 18, because you didn't want your father's life, so you've been traveling every where, and now you have come Tortall. You are going to work as a Black Smith until we can think of another job for you." He stopped to take a sip of his tea.
This whole time the stranger said nothing. He just sat there either watching George or him, it was getting awfully annoying.
George pull another lump of sugar into his tea then said, "Any questions?"
Numair glanced at the stranger then back at George. "Yes, in fact I do have a question to ask. Who this man and why is he here." Numair had more important questions, but that particular one was really nagging at him, he was angry that George had let a personal friend be here. He was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt though. He didn't want to let out his anger if it was not needed.
George looked over at his friend then smiled. "Numair, this is Atraiou." He patted Atraiou's shoulder. "He will be looking over you while you are in the program.
"I don't need a baby sitter." Numair stated flatly.
"No, no of course not. What I meant was that he will help you act like a commoner. He's going to teach you the ropes." George and Atraiou exchanged a smile.
"Alright, then when does this thing start?"
George got serious again. "We would say tonight, but it would be too suspicious. So go back to the palace and pack." Quickly he added, "But not clothes."
"Why not clothes? I have a few commoner things."
"Yes Numair I know. But I always know when you are leaving the city in common clothes.... I have never seen a commoner with such clean clothes on his back before." He said it with a smile, not wanting Numair's anger on him.
Numair went to defend himself then held back. He had to do this the right way, and he believed that George of all people would know how. He let out a breath to calm down.
So George continued as he examined the pictures on his cup, "Tell every one tomorrow morning that you are going on a vacation to see a ill friend named.....Brian, back in Tyra. Then I want you to get your bags and make your emotional goodbye, in public mind you. Then ride out of the city. Keep going south until you get to a circle of tree stumps." Numair opened his mouth. "Don't ask me why there is a circle of tree stumps. Even after you leave the rouge, there are secrets you are expected to keep." George gave Numair a stern look that said, 'Do you under stand.' "You got all of that Numair?" He picked up the parchment again and handed it to Numair. "While you're in the woods memorize this. You to stay out there until dark. That's when Atraiou will come get you and take you back to the city. Alright?"
"Fine with me."
George stood up then paused. "Oh, and there's something else."
"Yes?"
"I will be looking forward to seeing your skill at the black smith,....Kurt Morris." George said the name with a crooked smile.
Numair's jaw dropped. "My name is going to be Kurt?!"
"Yup." Said a very amused George. Numair looked over at Atraiou, and saw a very wicked smile cross his face slowly. He put his glare back on George, who said, "Hey don't look at me. He came up with it." He said as he pointed at finger at Atraiou.
Numair now moved his glare over both of them at a time. The two looked at each other then back at Numair. Then as fast as sky fire they ran for the stairs.
After collecting his self, Numair left the same way he had come in. But this time Numair galloped back to the palace.
Numair jumped off his horse before he came to a stop, and tossed a coin to the new stable boy. He ran in to the palace. He rounded a corner that would lead to the visitor rooms, and smacked right into what felt like a wall. He fell on his butt and let out a moan.
He looked to see Gareth the Youngster also on his but. They both stood up and Numair apologized.
"Why are you in such a hurry Numair? Is there a war I wasn't told a bout?" He asked with mirth in his voice.
Rubbing his forehead in embarrassment Numair said, "Sorry Gareth, I was.... well um.." The truth was, he really didn't know why he was running, he just felt the need to. "I was, um, I forgot a important scroll in my rooms."
"Alright, well the king has sent for me so I should go." Gareth stepped around Numair went his way, as so as he was out of sight, Numair was running again.
He ran up the stairs that took him to the floor where his room lay, but he ran past it. He stopped at a door that had a doorknob with a dragon circling it. A present from all of Daine's admirers for her birthday.
Know he understood why he was running. This was going to be the last time he saw Daine in a very long time.
He knocked then opened the door, not waiting for her open it her self, this was too urgent.
Daine came out of one of the back rooms as Numair closed the door behind him. Before she could say anything Numair took three big strides and circled his arms around her. he pulled her closer as she threw her arms over his shoulders.
Numair looked into her eyes. He saw love in those gorgeous grey eyes, so much love. He kissed her then, but not like the other times. This time he kissed her urgency, with need that he had never felt before.