Unrecognizable letters

Spring. The day as hot as it could possible be during the first days of May. Daine leaned her back against the tree sitting under the huge branches with new leaves. The sun was casting its rays down upon her while reading the book she had borrowed from Numair. With the promise that she would be back soon with the book, she was startled to the extreme when a curled note landed beside her. Reaching over and unfolding the note, she noticed that the handwriting was one she knew very well.

'How's it going?' Numair's handwriting was hard to read sometimes when he was partly engrossed in having to translate old Thak into common and when doing to, it required at lot of small talk to himself, giving her no room to concentrate on her own reading. She had because of that fled from his study to sit in the sun instead.

Taking her pen she gave her reply on the other side of the note and asked a wood pigeon to deliver her respond.

Several minutes went and another new curled note landed on top on her head, instead of beside her. Daine couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that he had difficulties in gathering his thoughts about his work. The king had requested the old text translated as soon as possible, preferable yesterday. Looking down one the note he was as always aware of her and her own task the king had giving her. Skimming through every possible book that could help them fight the new kind of immortals that had shown themselves after the return from Carthak. On the note hasty letters composed another question. 'Have any question?'

Shaking her head she turned the note and gave another answer, and once again handed the slip to the pigeon. Thanking it for its trouble she settled to her task once again. For a long time Daine wasn't disturbed, but when her brain noticed that a third note landed perfectly in her opened book. This time the letters was almost unreadable, but after reading over the sentence four times she finally got what he had wrote to her. Turning the note she replied yet again and yet again the pigeon was the one handling the transportation.

It seemed that the letter had finely had gotten him to leave her alone, but some time later, an hour or so another note landed on her head, getting her to squeak surprised. Opening the letter the writing was definitely now complete impossible to read. Turing the note first upside down, then turning it ninety degrees she finally could read what it was saying, but she soon found that it was a complete stupid idea. Starring paralyzed at the letters she found herself sitting gaping over the note. Was it really saying what she thought? This time she didn't send the pigeon back with a reply. This time she simply stood with the book pressed closely against her chest and walked the short distance to his sturdy where she knew he would be.

Pushing the door open with one hand and the other holding the book and the slip, she stepped inside, but lingered just beyond the threshold. Just standing, waiting, unsure if it was the right thing to do. The right way to answer the question on the note, she just stood.

He seemed to have noticed her hesitant behavior and looked up from his work, his hands covered in spots of ink. "Something wrong?" he asked laying the pen carefully down on the deck he was sitting at. When she didn't respond to his question, Numair rose from the chair he had sat on and carefully walked over to her. He had obviously seen her uncertain expression lingering on her face and the light blush that covered her cheeks. "Magelet, please tell me – what's wrong?" he said lifting her chin meeting her stormy gray-blue eyes with his own hazel.

Instead of answering his question she only handed him the note he had thrown out the open window where she had sat under. Taking the note with lifted brows he read, and re-read the slip several times. Only the fifth time it finally hit him and horrified he was understanding what had caused the now reddish blush on his student cheeks.

'Why don't you come up to bang with me?' was written in almost unrecognizable letters.

This was the day that the famous black robe mage agreed with himself that next time he wanted her to come back to his study, he would not write the question in a note.