Daine sat on her bed, clearly sulking. Lately she had just been so confused. She wasn't sure anyone got her. Not even Numair or Onua. Even the king and Alanna didn't understand her, was what Daine thought. The People got her, but sometimes she wanted human friends too.
Everywhere Daine went animals followed her, humans cared for her…so why did she feel so alone? Daine didn't know, but Daine wasn't trying to be logical. She just wanted to feel loved. She was loved, but she didn't feel it.
Lately the girl had been having dreams of her past. Terrible dreams and she always woke in a cold sweat. She didn't scream when she had those dreams because even in her dreams she didn't want to worry Nuamir. He meant that much to her.
Wingsister, I've finally found you! Please, all of the other birds say you can heal, and my little one was almost eaten by a cat! A speckled bird shrieked deafeningly. The bird was flying around Daine in a frantic fashion dipping and diving dangerously close to the girl's head.
Daine leaped up-despite her down-and-out attitude she had acquired throughout the day, and followed her distressed friend to a place next to the stables. She greeted the horses as she flew quickly by in the form of an eagle.
When hey reached their destination, Daine found that the bird was dangerously close to death. Quickly she transformed back into her human self with her clothes on (a new trick she'd learned). The wildmage hastily found her pool of copperfire and set to work.
It took a while to heal the little creature. The cat had done so much damage. Daine vaguely wondered if there was a new cat in town that she had not met. All the ones she had met had agreed to keep the peace with the other palace animals, including the birds. It was taking longer than need be because the tiny bird wouldn't sit still, as much pain as it was in, it wouldn't sit still. Daine had never met a creature so close to death that was still so feisty, and it had to be the time when she didn't have the energy to deal with it.
Finally, Daine had completed the task at hand and the bird was successfully healed. She opened her eyes to find that she had sweated a rather large amount onto the bird.
"Sorry" she mumbled by way of apology. The bird chirped its thanks before flying off with a grateful mother that said she would visit Daine later. The wildmage looked around and found Onua looking at her. When she realized that Daine was done healing she came over and sat next to her, much to Daine's dismay. She wanted to go back to her room and sulk.
"Hey, Daine what was wrong with the bird?" Onua asked.
"Cat." Was her short reply. Why did people keep bugging her? Onua didn't really care about the bird did she? No, she only cared for horses, didn't she? Certainly a horsemistress wouldn't take any heed to a bird-so why wasshe asking? Daine got up, tears on her cheeks, and stormed to her room leaving a very confused Onua in her dust.
Numair sat at his desk, engrossed in a book about the theories of elemental magic. His students were writing about something, only Mithros knew all of the things Numair made them write. Even Numair had already forgotten what he had assigned to them just a week ago.
Just as Numair was getting to his favorite part (he'd read this book too many times to count) there was a knock at the door.
"This had better be good." The mage muttered.
Then he told the intruder to come in. All heads turned as the horsemistress walked into the room, a slightly panicked look in her face.
"Resume your work." Numair ordered, knowing they were all nosy boys. Leading Numair outside so the boys didn't hear Onua began to talk.
"Did you and Daine have a fight?" Onua asked, not wanting to pry, but even more wanting to help Daine. Numair gave her an skeptical look before answering "no".
"Wait, why did you ask is there something wrong?" he asked worry in every line of his face and concern thick in his voice.
"Well…" Onua began, but her voice trailed off
"What?!" he practically screamed at her. If Daine was hurt and she was holding back from him, Numair was going to be a very, very angry mage.
"Well she was just acting…not herself." Onua was groping for words. "She was healing a bird and when she got done I came over and asked her what was wrong with the bird. Then she said it was a cat."
"So," prodded Numair. Onua had come to him to tell her that Daine had healed a bird? She had interrupted his class and got him all worked up to tell her that she had healed a bird?
"Well after she said it was cat, she burst into tears and ran away…"
"Did you follow her? Where did she go? Is she Okay? Did you ask what was wrong with her?"
"Numair! Stop rambling. I just came to ask you if you knew what was wrong and now you're asking me!"
Numair shut up, looking guilty. It was the he found it was time for class to be over. He dismissed them in frenzy, forgetting to assign them any overnight work. Then he rushed off to find Daine.
Daine sat in her room feeling really, really cruddy. The wildmage sat on her bed and cried. The worst part was, she didn't know why she was crying. Well, she did, but she was feeling so many emotions at once it was hard for her to stay composed. That's why she sat and cried and cried not knowing how long she was just sitting there trying to figure herself out.
She prayed to all of the gods that someone would just come and rescue her. Her prayer was answered when she heard a knock on her door.
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