Author's Note: PLEASE READ THIS! I'd like all of you to note that this isn't a follow up of my other story, 'The Robe of the Wildmage'. That was supposed to be a stand-alone, but because everyone that has read it (if you haven't, please do) wants a sequel, I'm trying my hardest to think of one. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed, I've never had so many reviews before. It was good to see that you loved it as much as I did. In my reviews, someone mentioned that Onua doesn't have wild magic, but I remember reading somewhere that she does, if anyone knows, could you let me know through a review?

About this story though. It may seem a bit confusing because it contains a dream sequence, so please, when you read this, bear in mind the following. The dream is in italics and the waking moments are in normal writing

Now that I've bored you all to death, I'd like to say that I'm not Tamora and therefore own nothing in this story.

Another Dream, But Always You

Daine slept; the bedcovers thrown back in the Midsummer heat. Skysong the dragon, known as Kitten, and Zek the marmoset lay curled by her feet. She twitched and sighed contentedly. Kitten looked at her friend's relaxed face and knew what it was she dreamt.


Daine walked into the palace gardens and sat on a bench beside the roses. She looked down at her hands miserably. The girl had left Numair Salmalin, her good friend and the man she secretly loved, in the company of a shapely blonde. She expected him to remain in her company for the rest of the evening and into the early hours of the morning. Daine wished that, for once, Numair would look at her the way he looked at those other women. She knew that there was no hope though. In his eyes, she was no more than a good friend; his best friend.

Laughter drifted from the ballroom and Daine wondered if Numair had laughed too. It would be wonderful if she was in there with him, but, what was that saying, three's a crowd? She looked around and wondered if she could just shape shift and fly down to her rooms. What about her fine, lovely clothes though? She couldn't just leave them in a pile on the floor. People might get the wrong idea. Daine was debating whether or not to sneak back through the ballroom, when someone stepped out of the shadows on her right.


"I was wondering where you'd gotten to."

"I was getting some air," she said defensively. "What about your guest?"

"She was a bit of a bore."

"All the women you date are bores."

"Not all of them. Some are quite interesting."

Daine raised an eyebrow into a perfect arch; a trick she'd learnt from George.

"Listen, I didn't come looking for you to talk about them," Numair said and rubbed his nose nervously. "Daine, I don't really know how to say what I want to say."

"Just come right out and say it."



"All right," he said and took a deep breath. "Daine, I love you."

Numair took Daine's hand and pulled her up to him.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to say that."

"Oh, but Numair, I do," she said. "I love you too."

The smile of joy on his face was like nothing she'd ever seen before.

Numair bent towards her and gently put his mouth on hers.

Daine twitched and sighed contentedly and Numair deepened the kiss that they had both secretly longed for.

A pounding thundered through her head and Daine knew that she was dreaming. The noise was from reality.

Daine sighed as she started to wake. She didn't want to be alone again.


The pounding continued as Daine opened her eyes. She looked around and saw Kitten opening the door. Daine sat up quickly when Numair walked in.

"Numair? Are you all right? What are you doing here?"

"I… I don't know," he said, confused. "I was at a party and suddenly had to see you; for no particular reason now that I think about it. It was almost like there was something I had to say."

Daine stayed silent.

Numair, looking slightly embarrassed, turned back to the door and said, "I'll go now."

Daine leapt into action. She jumped out of bed and ran to him.

"Don't go," she said.

Numair frowned, confused again.

"Unless you want to," Daine mumbled to the floor, blushing. "You probably had company."

"No, she was a bit boring anyway. You, my dear, are far from boring."

Daine smirked. "Everyone you date is boring."

"Not everyone; some are interesting."

She guffawed and sat on the bed; Numair sat on her only chair.

Numair looked around and his eyes fell on her anatomy book.

"How about a lesson, magelet?"

"On what?"

"You choose."

Daine thought for a moment. "Teach me about the stars, Numair."

"The stars? All right; the stars it is."

The pair left the room and sat beneath a tree talking about the stars until they both finally fell asleep in each others arms somewhere near morning.

A/N: What did you think? I really like this story, myself. I seem to have a knack for writing Daine/Numair romances. But then again, who doesn't? They're so easy to write about. They're so cute together and so much fun! You all know what to do now. Click that little bluey- grey box in the bottom left hand corner and start reviewing!