Silk, Roses, Knives and Breeze Drambles
Breeze
"I'm hungry." Briar complained bluntly.
"Your point is?" Tris retorted irritably
"Can we have something to eat is my point." He retorted irritably.
"Nope. We had breakfast only 2 hours ago. I think you can wait."
They both returned to the silence that had plagued them throughout the journey. Tris looked over at Daja, then at Sandry. Nether had said a word during the short argument. She shrugged. It really didn't matter to her whether or not they cared. A lot had changed when they all went their separate ways. Now, they seemed distant and uncaring about each other.
Tris began to grow bored sitting in the wagon. It was irritating that every time she was almost asleep the wagon would hit a bump and she would be jolted out of the state where conscious meets unconscious. An idea stuck her. She crawled to the back of the wagon and sat a short distance away from the edge. Closing her eyes, she removed her spectacles and made the signs of wind scrying on her temples. Re-opening her eyes, she was pelted with many images that made most people grow mad. Every time an image seemed interesting and she tried to grab it, it has like trying to hold water with one hand. She almost had an image, she held onto it for a second. Then 2 seconds. Then…she was jerked out of the state by her hair.
Tris whirled to see Briar at the other end of the carriage, looking innocent.
"That was NOT funny Briar! I almost had an image…" Tris complained angrily, returning to her original position.
"I happen to think it was…and so to two certain someones as well" Choked Briar as he finally let loose his laughter. Daja and Sandry, who were both riding their horses, burst into laughter as well.
"I have cruel friends." Tris muttered to herself. She rubbed her eyes. All the wind scrying made her tired. She got up, crossed the wagon with a bit of wobble and curled up next to a sack. And there she slept.