Sorry so much about not updating....I did something bad so I wasn't allowed
to upload anything. Well, I posted two more chappies just for waiting, and
please, r/r!!!
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The sun beat lightly upon the grass where two figures sat in each others arms.
Veralidaine Sarrasri sat in her lover, Numair Salmalin's arms where she rested her face right in the crook of his neck.
"I love you, Numair," whispered Daine as they rested in the shade of a tree.
"And I love you too, magelet," said Numair, the heat of his voice next to her face giving her the shivers.
She smiled thinking of the past and how she had come to love this lanky mage, who was the best mage of Tortall.
"Is something amusing, sweet?"
"No, just thinking about these past years, and all of the things that have happened," replied Daine.
"Like the time you lost your temper?" asked Numair with sparkling eyes.
Turning around, she playfully jabbed him in the ribs.
"I only did that because I thought you were dead. Otherwise, I doubt I would have bothered," retorted Daine.
"And I would do the same for you, if you died, I would avenge your death until mine. If you were taken from me unwillingly, I would hunt you down to the ends of the earth," said Numair as he looked Daine straight in the eye.
He leaned forward to kiss her on her lips, then her eyelids and nose until he found her lips again.
Finally, both gasping for air Daine laid down on the grass.
As Numair tied his hair again, he said, "And now, I think we should start our lesson on the anthropology of insects, Daine," with an impish grin, "before anyone figures out how long we took on this certain lesson," he whispered back.
-Daine, you and your stork man had better stop this nonsense before some other two-legger sees-! said the voice of Cloud, Daine's horse and best friend.
The other horses in the pasture snickered along with Cloud. The wild mage had forgotten how close they were to the horses.
She drew away quickly from Numair with a deep blush on her pretty face.
"What's the matter, magelet" asked her lover with concern on his face. "Um, nothing, it's just that were being watched."
The black robe mage of Tortall jumped to his feet and whirled around, "I don't see anyone, just the hor- oh," he said blushing just as deeply as Daine.
Daine could hear the horses laugh louder.
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The sun beat lightly upon the grass where two figures sat in each others arms.
Veralidaine Sarrasri sat in her lover, Numair Salmalin's arms where she rested her face right in the crook of his neck.
"I love you, Numair," whispered Daine as they rested in the shade of a tree.
"And I love you too, magelet," said Numair, the heat of his voice next to her face giving her the shivers.
She smiled thinking of the past and how she had come to love this lanky mage, who was the best mage of Tortall.
"Is something amusing, sweet?"
"No, just thinking about these past years, and all of the things that have happened," replied Daine.
"Like the time you lost your temper?" asked Numair with sparkling eyes.
Turning around, she playfully jabbed him in the ribs.
"I only did that because I thought you were dead. Otherwise, I doubt I would have bothered," retorted Daine.
"And I would do the same for you, if you died, I would avenge your death until mine. If you were taken from me unwillingly, I would hunt you down to the ends of the earth," said Numair as he looked Daine straight in the eye.
He leaned forward to kiss her on her lips, then her eyelids and nose until he found her lips again.
Finally, both gasping for air Daine laid down on the grass.
As Numair tied his hair again, he said, "And now, I think we should start our lesson on the anthropology of insects, Daine," with an impish grin, "before anyone figures out how long we took on this certain lesson," he whispered back.
-Daine, you and your stork man had better stop this nonsense before some other two-legger sees-! said the voice of Cloud, Daine's horse and best friend.
The other horses in the pasture snickered along with Cloud. The wild mage had forgotten how close they were to the horses.
She drew away quickly from Numair with a deep blush on her pretty face.
"What's the matter, magelet" asked her lover with concern on his face. "Um, nothing, it's just that were being watched."
The black robe mage of Tortall jumped to his feet and whirled around, "I don't see anyone, just the hor- oh," he said blushing just as deeply as Daine.
Daine could hear the horses laugh louder.