More Dom/Lerant buddy fun. I actually wrote this ages ago, but only posted it on my live journal. Anyway, enjoy.

"Dom? Dom, look.." Lerant tugged gently at his friend's sleeve. "Really, look at this."

"You are putting me off my shot, Eldorne." Dom creaked his bowstring back another inch, then loosed the arrow. It hit the widest ring of the target - barely. "That's your fault." He grumbled.

"Oh, stop moaning, Masbolle, you were losing anyway. Look at Master Numair."

The two men turned to watch the mage, who had started a stretching routine in the practice court next to the archery butts. He went through a series of exercises, warming up all the muscle groups of his body thoroughly.

"Lerant?"

"Yes, Dom?"

"I can't look away."

"No, neither can I. I want to, but I can't."

"Compelling. I do feel a little sick, though."

"Yes. I feel numb, mainly. I wonder if my eyes will be the same again?"

At this point Numair noticed the two soldiers staring at him in slack jawed amazement. He waved, cheerily, and despite getting no response, jogged over to say hello.

"Domitan! Lerant! Getting in some archery practice, I see?"

Lerant blinked, glanced down a t the bow in his grip, then managed to nod. "Yes, Sir."

"Good. Good. I was going to go for a run, now I've warmed up." Numair nodded his approval. He seemed in a very jolly mood.

"Sir?" Dom seemed very apprehensive. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking…what happened to your clothes?"

"Oh, this? I wondered if anyone would notice!" Dom and Lerant shared a look. "It's exercise gear made from an entirely new fabric, developed by mages. I call it a leotard, from the old Thak. Look, it's very stretchy," he plucked a handful of material and pulled it a foot away from his chest, "so allowing for comfort and freedom of movement." He turned round and touched his toes. "See?" He asked from between his legs.

Dom had turned away for a second, but Lerant managed to croak out an affirmative answer.

"I believe it will be very practical for the armed forces."

"As a uniform?" Lerant squeaked.

"Well, more as training gear, initially, but we'll see. I may be able to weave spells into the fabric as protection, you see."

"Invisibility spells?" Lerant wondered. He winced as Dom, face still averted, kicked him in the shin.

"No, but that's a good idea! I make a note of that.." Numair patted himself down. "That is a drawback, though. No pockets. Never mind, I'll just remember." He smiled cheerily again. "Well, I better head off. See you later."

"Yes, Sir. Goodbye, Sir."

They waited until the apparition in skin tight purple and yellow was a hundred yards away before they caught each other's eyes, and collapsed into giggles.

"Oh, by the Goddess!" Dom choked, "what did he look like? You could see everything!"

"Just imagine if we have to wear it!" A thought struck Lerant. "Imagine Lord Raoul in it! Lord Wyldon!" He grabbed the fence post for support as he honked and gasped. Dom sunk to the ground, turning purple as he fought for breath.