Tancred was upset.
And not your normal type of upset. Oh, no. His type of upset, or angry, he got winds and thunder and storms. His relationship with the Red King made him endowed, filled with power he couldn't control. His weather powers annoyed everyone around him who wasn't a friend of his. They understood, because they were endowed as well. They knew what it was like.
Emma could transform into a bird at will. She had nothing holding her back. At all.
Charlie had the power to talk to pictures, and in some cases, go inside them. He could pop in and out as easy as that.
Lysander was his favorite of his friends because he had no control as well. He could understand almost perfectly. His ancestors did as they pleased. He had no control.
Still, he wished they was someone who understood not just him, but his powers in a way that showed they had experience with that kind of thing. He wanted someone like him to come help him. He hoped against all logic that he could meet someone like him. But of course, there was only one person in the world who could have his power.
Himself.
And it wasn't fair at the least.
He groaned and began picking up the scattered paper under Manfred's watchful eye.
Trisana Chandler hated the world at the moment, and nothing would make her believe otherwise.
She sat atop the roof and growled. Not a cloud in the sky, she thought bitterly. How absolutely ugly. And boring. She wished she could make a storm appear out of sheer will and hope. Sadly, her weather powers did not extend to that.
She had gotten in trouble for an innocent act of foolishness, as Lark called it. She had been dusting until Briar had brought up a certain boy in the neighborhood and had pointed out how much time she had been spending with him. She was furious to be accused of such a thing and had smacked him on the head with her rag, spreading the dust particles all over the place. Sandry began sneezing up a storm, so to speak, and she and Briar had both gone towards her, bumping their heads. They had both claimed the other a clumsy ox, and began a full-fledged wrestling match.
Lark had come into the room just in time to see Tris deliver a punch in the nose, and ground her to her room.
"Hey! You girl! Aren't you supposed to be in your room?" A sharp voice cut through her thoughts.
It was Rosethorn. An angry Rosethorn. She stormed up to the house and glared up at her, until Tris scurried back down into her room.
She stared at the white ceiling, imagining someone like her, who understood her and her magic. Unfortunately, she was beside herself* on this matter. All the rest of the mages were convinced she was a menace and should be controlled before any big disaster happened. Too late, she thought. She had helped cause an earthquake a couple years ago.
She sat back, put her hands behind her head, and sighed. She'd like to get away from Winding Circle. To make more friends before they thought she was weird and shunned her.
The dinner bell rang. She groaned and went downstairs to a silent meal, though Sandry tried her best to cheer them up. She just had too much on her mind to be cheered up.