Briar Moss walked onto the cobblestone road of Gyonxe. His loose brown trousers complimented his cream linen shirt and green tunic. Brown leaves embroidered the edges of his tunic. His gray-green eyes stood out among his tan face and short-cropped black hair. At fifteen he was five feet, eight inches. Briar Moss had a face that made many girls, and a few guys turn their heads.
Briar walked into the most famous garden in the strange town; his own. Plants of all colors reached for him, trying to get his affection. He sent his magic out in many strands to reassure them that he loved them.
"Boy, get over here before I throw you into the well!" cried Rosethorn, his teacher, from across the yard. She had a slight slur, a result of dying a few years back. Briar and his foster-sisters brought her back to life.
A few hours after helping her, Briar took a stroll along the street. "HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!" a boy was screaming from a few blocks down. Briar kicked off his sandals and took off down the street. He called to the hemp that sheathed his hidden knives to let go. Briar found the boy, whom was beaten and bruised, the attackers taking off down the street. The young boy who was only fourteen or fifteen, Briar guessed, and was very attractive. His deep blue eyes went great with his blonde hair. The boy wore simple cheap clothes, unlike Briar's extravagance. The boy wore a green cotton shirt and brown wool leggings. His tunic was of cream cotton.
Briar used cutbane for the boy's cuts and used some potion on his bruises; easing the pain and making them fade. After a little while the boy could stand and Briar saw he was a little taller than him and had a nice ass. Briar shamed himself for the thought because he was known for a ladies man though he never slept with a lady. "Let me take you to my house. I can give you somewhere to sleep and food. You'll be better in no time."
As they walked down the street, Briar holding the man partially up with his arm, Briar couldn't help but stare at the man's face. Occasionally the boy would smile back or he would just pat Briar on the back.
"Rosethorn we're here," Briar announced when he walked into his house.
"Who's we?" she called down from the top of the stairs.
"Me and my new friend, Gira. I found him on the street, hurt." Briar called back as he walked away.
Briar took down a loaf of bread and some luke-warm soup. He set out bowls for all four of them: Briar, Rosethorn, Briar's student Evvy, and Gira, before heating up the soup.
"Everyone it's dinner time!" he yelled up the stairs. The first one he heard move was his eleven year old student, Evumeimei. Rosethorn came down about five minutes afterward.
"You can sleep in my room tonight, Gira. I can pull a pallet out and sleep on the floor. You take my bed." Briar told him. Gira wasn't about to protest, seeing as it was very comfortable.
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