A/N- I'm feeling….mellow.

Disclaimer- None of the characters are mine.

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The harsh rain falling steadily outside the palace windows was doing nothing for Numair's mood. Nothing at all.

Just that very day a page had knocked over one of his most precious experiments, the king had ordered a full report on 'how to increase the amount of storage space in the barracks', and he had missed his lunch. Also, he had stepped too close to Cloud, and the mare had bit him extremely hard. And now it was raining.

He slicked a hand over his hair, exhaling softly. Today was defiantly not his day.

A soft knock at the door would have gone unnoticed, until it became louder. Numair snapped out of his phase.

"Come in," he called.

In walked a young female, a fourteen-year-old to be more precise. Her commonly-used breeches were worn from hard work, but they did not diminish her appearance. Her soft brown curls fell softly to her shoulders.

"Numair, what have you been doing, I didn't see you at dinner-Numair?" she asked, coming into his quarters.

"What happened?" she called over to him. He was sitting in a chair, staring out the window, about three yards away from her. He turned in his chair to face her.

"What do you mean what happened?"

She looked at him in a peculiar way.

"Have you been…alive today? Open your eyes! Look at yourself! Look at your room!"

He did as he was told. His outfit, consisting of a tunic and breeches, was covered in stains, rips and wrinkles. His hair was uncombed and not tied back. He figured he must look like a beast.

His room was no better. The bed wasn't made, and random items were strewed across the room, none of them in the right places. Daine went around the room, trying to neaten up.

"So," she asked, "why are you…un-Numairish?"

"Un-Numairish? Interesting choice of words, magelet. If you simply have to know, then listen." He proceeded to tell her the events of the day.

When he had finally finished, Daine sighed.

"You, Mr. Salmalín, are self-pitying yourself. Do you think you've really had a bad day? Open your eyes. All around you, people in the Lower City are starving. While you are missing lunch, some people are missing every meal, every day. Those people have it much worse than you do, no matter how many times you get bit by Cloud.

"The things you have will all go away, or come back, in the case of the knocked-over experiment. While you are wondering on what you are going to wear, some people wonder if they'll ever have more than one rag to wear. You're a black-robe mage, but yet you are incredibly dumb."

Numair stared at Daine.

Daine stared at Numair.

"Where did that come from?" he asked.

Then the full effects of the speech came in on him.

"Did you just call me dumb?"

Daine threw down the towel she was holding.

"Numair! You are the most oblivious person I have ever met! You refuse to believe that someone could be worse off than you!"

He blinked, than retaliated with,

"I do not!"

"Come with me, Numair. Hurry up," she called over her shoulder, quickly leaving his rooms.

"Where are we going?"

She didn't answer.

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A/N- I'm either going to delete or continue this. Please tell me which one. Hopefully it will be the latter.