Briar turned as Sandry climbed up the steep steps to the Wall, her lovely blue dress that Briar always loved flowing behind her. He couldn't bare the sight of her and turned back to watching the coming storm and the quickly becoming violent waves. Sandry came to stand next to him and they were silent for a few moments. Finally Sandry spoke.
"Have you been out here all night?"
"Yes," Briar replied, quietly.
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just had a lot to think about," They were quiet again for a moment. Sandry decided to just get straight to the point.
"Why did you run away?"
"It's, you're a noble and I'm a street-rat."
"Former," Sandry interrupted.
"Same thing."
"No, it isn't," Sandry said, "You are a world renowned mage. You have more control over a powerful magic than those who have lesser magic. You're a pioneer."
"But my past will never change," Briar whispered, angrily.
"I don't care about your past," Sandry said.
"Sandry," Briar pleaded. "Please, I just want to be your friend. Please let's just forget the kiss. Please."
"Okay, I'll let it go."
"Thank you." Briar let out a sigh.
"For now."
"Sandry," Briar whined.
"No, we belong together. I'll let you off the hook for now but I'm not giving up on us."
"Okay, you do what you feel you need to do and I'll do what I need to do."
"Come on, Rosethron is looking for you." They made their way down the stairs.
A/N This is an alternative Chapter and from here the story will go in another direction. So for this, I'm going to start another story. I am going to continue both.
Always,
Kahlan the Confessor