It was nothing more then a quiet day at Discipline. All it's inhabitants
were currently doing something that fitted each of their own tastes.
Rosethorn and Lark in their workrooms, Daja and Frostpine at the forge,
Tris and Neko were meditating at the bay. However today two people occupied
the gardens, Briar and Sandry. Sandry was sitting on the ground watching
Briar as he gently tended his garden. She had an umbrella over her head to
keep the sun off (her uncle had suggested it). She was next to the rose
bushes, their beautiful fragrance flouted around her. Every now and then
Briar would look back and see her, playing with a leaf that had fallen or
sniffing one of the roses.
'Gods she looks beautiful.' He thought, as would anyone else if they could have seen her. The wind blowing lightly in through her hair, what little sun shined threw the umbrella reflected off her golden brown hair, and that same innocent smile playing on her cherry lips. They were almost fifteen now and both of them had come out quite nicely.
'It's almost like looking at a painting.' Briar decided. 'A picture out of a fairytale.' His life really was like some of the fairytales he had heard actually. Sandry had read them some one night in the winter this year because there was nothing better to do.
It was like the story of Aladdin, a story about a street-rat that had fallen in love with the Rasha's daughter. He was like Aladdin and she was the beautiful daughter. There was no way that he could ever deserve Sandry. Former street rats could never marry Duchesses and nobles. Briar hadn't heard the end of the story, but he guessed that's what had happened to the street rat. 'All thought most of the other stories ended happily.' A little voice told him. 'So even if it did end out ok and he got the girl that's a fairy tale, this is real life.'
Briar was snapped from his thoughts when Sandry's voice flouted into his ears. "Briar? Briar are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Little Weaver." 'She's only concerned because she's my friend and foster sister.' He thought sadly, not letting any of that emotion show on his face but instead smiled reassuring at her. She smiled in return.
'Oh not that smile.' She thought, trying not to melt inside like she did every time he smiled at her, or when he called her by that special nickname that only he used. 'Unfortunately he has nicknames like that for everyone.'
Briar leaned down to his plants again, smiled to himself and then pulled a fairy-wing from its place. He turn around and walked over to Sandry, holding out the delicate flower to her. "Wow, it's so beautiful! Thank you Briar." She gently took hold of the stem and gazed at it. Looking over every petal as if she were trying to memorize it.
"What is it called?" Briar plopped down next to her. "It's called Fairy- Wing. See how thin it looks and how light the colors are?" "Uh-huh." Sandry nodded. "Well supposable that's what fairy's wings look like. Though it's not used for much except to be pretty. But Rosethorn told me something else it can be used for." "Really? What?" "She says it's good for bringing back people that are dying. But only if the person using the flower has a truly noble reason for them to live."
"Hmmm." Sandry processed this new information and starred at the flower. "A truly noble cause." She said quietly, turning this over and over.
"Briar?" "Yeah?" "Do you..." She bit her lip. "Do you think I could have brought my parents back? If I had known about this?" Briar looked her in the eyes, now sitting in front of her. "Did you love them?" "Yes...I mean...They were my parents. Even thought they hardly ever spent any time with me I still loved them." "Then of course you could ha saved them. Just don't think back to it ok? What's done is done and there's no way to change it." "You're right Briar. I'm sorry." "You don't have to be sorry. After all those nightmares I don't blame you for thinking back."
"Thank you Briar. For you know and for the flower." "No problem."
With that two smiling faces turned to the sky and saw gray storm clouds come and over take the sun.
Little was it known to the two of them but they had quite an audience, Daja and Tris were back from their activities and decided to stay and watch the show. "So what do you think is going on between them?" Tris whispered, wondering out loud. "No clue but I hope there's gonna' be a sequel." Both girls giggled silently and smiled at the joke.
'Gods she looks beautiful.' He thought, as would anyone else if they could have seen her. The wind blowing lightly in through her hair, what little sun shined threw the umbrella reflected off her golden brown hair, and that same innocent smile playing on her cherry lips. They were almost fifteen now and both of them had come out quite nicely.
'It's almost like looking at a painting.' Briar decided. 'A picture out of a fairytale.' His life really was like some of the fairytales he had heard actually. Sandry had read them some one night in the winter this year because there was nothing better to do.
It was like the story of Aladdin, a story about a street-rat that had fallen in love with the Rasha's daughter. He was like Aladdin and she was the beautiful daughter. There was no way that he could ever deserve Sandry. Former street rats could never marry Duchesses and nobles. Briar hadn't heard the end of the story, but he guessed that's what had happened to the street rat. 'All thought most of the other stories ended happily.' A little voice told him. 'So even if it did end out ok and he got the girl that's a fairy tale, this is real life.'
Briar was snapped from his thoughts when Sandry's voice flouted into his ears. "Briar? Briar are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Little Weaver." 'She's only concerned because she's my friend and foster sister.' He thought sadly, not letting any of that emotion show on his face but instead smiled reassuring at her. She smiled in return.
'Oh not that smile.' She thought, trying not to melt inside like she did every time he smiled at her, or when he called her by that special nickname that only he used. 'Unfortunately he has nicknames like that for everyone.'
Briar leaned down to his plants again, smiled to himself and then pulled a fairy-wing from its place. He turn around and walked over to Sandry, holding out the delicate flower to her. "Wow, it's so beautiful! Thank you Briar." She gently took hold of the stem and gazed at it. Looking over every petal as if she were trying to memorize it.
"What is it called?" Briar plopped down next to her. "It's called Fairy- Wing. See how thin it looks and how light the colors are?" "Uh-huh." Sandry nodded. "Well supposable that's what fairy's wings look like. Though it's not used for much except to be pretty. But Rosethorn told me something else it can be used for." "Really? What?" "She says it's good for bringing back people that are dying. But only if the person using the flower has a truly noble reason for them to live."
"Hmmm." Sandry processed this new information and starred at the flower. "A truly noble cause." She said quietly, turning this over and over.
"Briar?" "Yeah?" "Do you..." She bit her lip. "Do you think I could have brought my parents back? If I had known about this?" Briar looked her in the eyes, now sitting in front of her. "Did you love them?" "Yes...I mean...They were my parents. Even thought they hardly ever spent any time with me I still loved them." "Then of course you could ha saved them. Just don't think back to it ok? What's done is done and there's no way to change it." "You're right Briar. I'm sorry." "You don't have to be sorry. After all those nightmares I don't blame you for thinking back."
"Thank you Briar. For you know and for the flower." "No problem."
With that two smiling faces turned to the sky and saw gray storm clouds come and over take the sun.
Little was it known to the two of them but they had quite an audience, Daja and Tris were back from their activities and decided to stay and watch the show. "So what do you think is going on between them?" Tris whispered, wondering out loud. "No clue but I hope there's gonna' be a sequel." Both girls giggled silently and smiled at the joke.