Briar grinned like a cat who'd gotten into the cream as he peered through the vines that coated the side of Number Six, Cheesemans St. at his sister.
Really, he thought, You'd think she'd do this in a more private place!
Tris, the sister in question, was currently chatting with a young man on their doorstep. Obviously he'd caught the usually prickly Tris's attention somehow; he was gesturing wit hhis hands and miming symbols in the air and Tris actually didn't look bored, for once. In fact, she looked rather guilty. She kept peeking back over her shoulder into the house as if Daja and Sandry would come home from the forge or Citadel any second and surprise her. When she gestured for the young man to come inside, Briar sharpened his gaze and smirked at the accidentally-on-purpose grazing of hands and heated blushes.
Sandry, Briar called to his other sisters through their connection, his voice smug.
What? Sandry snapped. I'm right in the middle of reviewing tax records right now, and I need my concentration!
Fascinating. Daja deadpanned as she tapped out the finishing touches on the blade she was re-forging. Get on with it- I have a life too, you know.
Pfft. Briar grinned. At the moment, I think Tris has more of a life than all three of us.
Tris? Sandry sounded skeptical. I've told you this before, Briar, it is not legal for someone to actually have a relationship with books. I don't think Tris would appreciate you making that joke again, especially what happened last time-
It's not a joke! Briar actually sounded a little hurt. He bounced back quickly, however; Tris brought home a boy.
…a boy? Daja asked.
A boy. Briar retorted with glee.
And here I was, thinking she'd turn to bookss and potions to fill her loneliness. Sandry said dryly. I reserve my judgment until I actually see it for my own eyes, though.
Is this good enough for you? Briar asked as he strolled into the house via the back door and caught sight of Tris and her young man kissing on the sofa.
Suffice to say, everything degenerated from there.