Author's Note: Okay, 'Another Dream, But Always You' was actually supposed to be a one-shot, but because everyone asked for an update I've managed to make it longer. The story will end up 3 or 4 chapters long; I can't really say because I haven't done any drafts and am writing straight from my head. If this is bad, you now know why. Someone asked for real life fluff. Don't worry, it's coming!
MorganLeFay99: Daine and Numair are from 'The Immortals' series, which you have to read if you haven't! ;)
I don't own any of the characters or places in this story, I'm just using them for the time being. Towards the end of the chapter, I take a few liberties and re-arrange a real part of the story. It's nothing like the original, so PLEASE, don't sue!
THIS STORY TAKES PLACE IN THE REALMS OF THE GODS WITH NUMAIR, WEIRYN AND RIKASH TALKING BEFORE DAINE ENTERS AFTER HER ENCOUNTER WITH THE TAURUS.
Another Dream, But Always You
Numair Salmalin, the handsome, black- robe mage from Tortall, sat on the front step of Sarra's little house in the Realms of the Gods.
His brow was creased in deep thought and a tendril of black hair escaped the horsetail that bound it to blow in the breeze before his captivating eyes.
The mage's mind was not on how to get home, as those who knew of his situation believed it to be, but on Veralidaine Sarrasri, his former student and the woman he loved.
He hadn't always been so sure though, until last night he hadn't even realized that the feelings he had for his young friend were so much more than he had originally thought.
Numair couldn't believe that he didn't see this coming. Of course he was bound to fall in love with her; how could he not when they spent so much time alone, traveling and her growing up from a shy country bumpkin, into a beautiful young woman right before his very eyes.
At sixteen, Daine was amazing in lots of different ways. She could converse with passing animals, heal wounded animals with magic and even become them. She had also been granted the ability to resurrect them for a short period of time the year before. All this, plus a quiet beauty that, in Numair's eyes, made her outshine every other woman at court.
Numair sighed. What was he going to do now? He had never planned on falling in love really. He had supposed it would happen one day, but with Daine!? He couldn't have picked a worse time or place, either.
With war looming in the mortal realms, he and Daine were stuck in the Realms of the Gods with Daine's parents, who just happened to be Gods themselves.
"A copper for your thoughts, mage?"
Numair turned and looked up at Weiryn, the God of the Hunt, Sarra's husband and Daine's father.
"What is it that is on your mind, Master Salmalin?" asked Weiryn and joined him on the front step.
"Oh…nothing; nothing important anyway."
"Oh, I don't know about that. I, for one, find it extremely important when you spend a good half a candle mark thinking about my daughter."
Numair's eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed a few times, making him look like a fish.
"Don't try to deny it; you'd have to be blind to miss the look on your face."
"Is it really that obvious?"
"Only when you want it to be."
"Oh… I have to say, and it's not easy because it's you, I have it bad."
To Numair's obvious surprise, Weiryn laughed.
Wiping tears from his eyes, Weiryn looked at him and said "I know how you feel; I felt the same way about her mother."
Before Numair had the chance to reply, a foul stench filled the air and Rikash Moonsword, their Stormwing friend, flew down and perched on a branch of a new-by tree.
"What's going on here then?" Rikash asked. When he spoke, you could see his razor sharp teeth, stained with blood.
"Our mage friend has just realized that he loves my daughter," Weiryn said and chuckled.
Rikash rolled his eyes and said, "Well it's about time. Daine…"
"What about Daine?" Numair asked, curious.
"Daine… Daine… ah… Daine… is getting to that age, where she… ah… needs someone," Rikash managed to say. He had been going to say that Daine had loved him for months.
Numair frowned and was going to reply when once again he was stopped short, this time by Daine herself pushing through the brush, looking worse for wear, her clothes muddy and wet.
Numair and Weiryn stood as Broad Foot the duckmole appeared on the ground in front of them.
"Daine, what-" Numair asked.
"Ask Broad Foot," she said and pushed past into the house.
Everyone looked down at the odd looking creature on the floor and waited for a reply.
"She was swimming down at my pond and got attacked by a Taurus."
"ATTACKED!?" Numair shouted.
"Don't worry Master Numair, she killed it before it could lay a finger on her."
Numair visibly relaxed but, nonetheless, stared into the house after Daine, worried. They just had to get home.
A/N: So there you have it. I really like it myself. Do you? I'd just like to say though, that a duckmole is actually called a 'platypus', which is a water dwelling mammal native to Australia. Tamora Pierce says so in her Acknowledgements in 'Realms of the Gods'.
I just had to point that out 'cause I'm an Aussie myself. Anyway, start reviewing people, and I'll update ASAP.