AN: Wow, I'm on a role here! Thank you to all my reviewers! Please enjoy chapter eight! It is eight right...?

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it.

Roshaun sat at the table the next morning, trying to decide what toast reminded him of. He couldn't decide, but whatever it was, it was a good thing…or maybe that was the honey.

Dairine's father had already left for work. Nita was scrambling around the house trying to find this and that while still wondering why Dairine hadn't come out of her room yet.

Finally she went up to check. "Dairine? It's almost seven-thirty…time to get up."

Dairine sat bolt upright in bed. "Shoot!" she muttered, scrambling around trying to find some clothes. She launched herself across the hall into the bathroom, taking less than five minutes, not even bothering to blow-dry her hair.

"I'm assuming things aren't this rushed in the morning." Roshaun stated.

Dairine shot him a glare as she grabbed a banana. "Come on Spot."

Spot, who was sitting on the table, sprouted eight spindly legs and followed her out the door.

"Have a good day at school, Dhairine." Roshaun whispered.

She looked back at him and smiled.

Nita's eyebrows raised one last time, then she ran out the door to meet Kit.

Roshaun knew he would have to amuse himself for one day. He wasn't sure how he was going to go about that, but he had an inkling. He pulled out his manual and looked up Dairine's Seniors. He had some questions he wanted to ask.

They weren't too hard to find. He set up a transit and found himself in a particular spot in a backyard that he knew was intended for this purpose. He stopped to look at a fish pond as he walked toward the door. He only looked, he passed it by and was knocking on the door within seconds.

"Why, Roshaun, it's good to see you back. Dairine did her job well, except for the fact that still on active…but I'll discuss that with her later. Anyway, what brings you here?" Tom's voice was pleasant, but a little tired, as if he had just woken up.

"I have some questions that I would like to be answered."

Tom raised an eyebrow, but let Roshaun in.

"Carl, we have a visitor!"

"Be down in a minute!"

"So," Tom said, "Dairine trust you enough to leave you alone while she's at school?"

Roshaun nodded.

Carl came down and joined the two of them in the main room.

"What's this I hear about a visitor…oh Roshaun! What brings you here?"

"I have questions…" he began, but Tom cut him off.

"And I hope we have answers. Come, have a seat at the table and ask away!"

The three of them sat down at the table. Roshaun worded his first question.

"Is it possible to have a wizardry partner that isn't of your species?" he asked finally.

Tom looked at Carl. The two of them seemed to speak silently, they knew where this was going and had seen it coming.

"It's uncommon, but not impossible." Tom said, he did not need to ask why. He would let Roshaun take care of this on his own.

"Has Dairine mentioned anything to you about wanting a wizardry partner?" Roshaun asked his second question.

Tom shook his head. "If you want a better answer, ask Nita, she would know better than I."

"But, I'm sure it's been on her mind for quite a while now, especially after the Pullulus." Carl added.

"I see. Let's say that Dairine and I actually decided to be wizardry partners…would you allow it?"

"You two are fit to work with each other, I don't see why not." Tom said.

"But what about your parents?" Carl asked.

"I will speak to them this afternoon, Dhairine and I are returning to Wellakh after she gets back from school."

"Have you and Dairine spoken of this?" Carl asked.

"Not yet, I just wanted to know a few finer details before I mentioned it to her."

"I see. Is that all?"

"For now, it is, thank you."

Tom let him out the back door and he transited to Dairine's backyard. He went into his pup tent to sort out his thoughts.

First and foremost, there was Dairine. Just plain Dairine. Her personality, her temper, her stubbornness, her love for him….

Then there was the fact that maybe he and her could be wizardry partners. He hoped she would agree. Her Seniors approved. And there wasn't much worry about what his Senior had to say. It would just be one more argument on top of another. He might just be banished. That might be a relief. This excursion had taught him so much about wizardry, there was so much more that he could be able to do if he wasn't confined to his planet.

That just led into the thing he didn't want to think about, his returning to his parents.

Last among his thoughts were the marriage that would have to take place now that he was king. None of the ladies on Wellakh even interested him. They were all tittering little things that brought him no joy. There was only one girl that didn't titter that he knew of…Dairine. But to marry her would be wrong. She was no where near marrying age in her species, besides, he hardly knew her.

In their custom, it was marriage, then love. Here on Earth, it was the other way around. He liked it better that way. It was true love, not forced love.

Maybe he could wait for her. Maybe his parents would be satisfied with that. It would only take a decade at most…earth years. But what of the age difference…he calculated, he was about the equivalent of a sixteen year old on earth. Three years older than Dairine. And the way their worlds ran, they would age about the same. It worked out perfectly. Almost too perfectly. There had to be something wrong with this.

He never was able to finish his thoughts. They were disrupted by a growling stomach. He made his way to the kitchen and pondered on what to eat.

AN: Well, that was a very interesting chapter to type! Coming soon: Roshaun and Dairine go to see Roshaun's parents. What a meeting that will be!