A/N-Turning fifteen today. Scary, really. Kudos to all of my reviwers!
Disclaimer-I simply use the characters in my own strange plots. Don't sue, please.
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"Daine! I simply don't trust him!"
"Numair! What don't you trust?"
Numair sighed. He and his student were in his quarters, having a conversation, or more like an argument, about Kaddar and Kalasin. He slicked a hand over his hair while he exhaled softly.
"Did you…see the way he looked at you? And you were fifteen! Fifteen! And she's thirteen! He wanted you so bad, you can only guess what he'll do to her!"
Daine, previously sitting, stood up and began pacing.
"Are you suggesting," she paused briefly, "that Kaddar will mistreat her? You know he would never do that!"
"There's bad blood in Carthak," he muttered.
"You said that about the Copper Isles!"
"I thought you wouldn't notice."
No matter how hard she tried against it, a small smile crept up onto her lips.
"Well there's nothing we can do about it now," Daine said, once again sitting down. "We need this alliance. And I'm sure Kalasin would write to us the second she was being mistreated!"
Numair looked out of the window.
"I hope you're right, Magelet. I hope you're right."
And then they moved onto another topic.
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A/N-It was short, I know, but useful. I had to give insight on the Tortallan views. Please R&R!