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Briar sighed as he stared out of his carriage, the one that was carrying him and his three friends to Sotat. It all happened so suddenly for him. One minute he was happily weeding one of Rosethorn's gardens, well as happy as one can be weeding, and the next he was being shipped to his hometown of Hajra. **things used to be so simple** he thought, **we stayed at Winding Circle day in and out, with some trips to the town** He looked at the tattoos on his hands, the ones that marked him as being caught twice against the law. They were the only things that kept him from being truly over his old self. Roach.
He sighed again and looked to the other seats in the carriage. Daja was sitting across from him, half dozing as she watched the scenery pass by and listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the roof. Her dark face in a pout. She had her hari in thick braids, done by Sandry, and she was wearing the clothes she usually wears, leggings with a long tunic over top of a shirt. She wasn't any happier about the change. She wanted to be back at the forge, with fire and metal to play with. The only reason she even considered coming was because her teacher, Frostpine, was also coming.
Beside him sat his noble friend, Sandry. Her brown hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail and she was wearing breaches and a shirt, clothes she preferred to be in. She was weaving a few pieces of thread together, a simple braid, one that Briar had learned to do. **She always does that when she's nervous.** he thought. :~Hey Sandry, Why are you so nervous?~: Sandry jumped at the sudden break in the silence. :~Oh, just that, well, did anyone tell you why we're leaving the Circle? It seems a little odd to me, that, that we're leaving all of a sudden, and why would we go to Sotat?~: :~Yeah, I know. It seems awfully odd to me too.~:
He looked again outside. The weather was clearing up. Tris wouldn't be pleased. She went out when it began, thrilled as she usually is during a storm. Just as he thought, Tris stuck her head through the carriage window as it slowly tottered down a muddy road.
"Let me in!" she barked to the driver. He looked a little surprised, but stopped to allow Tris to enter. He knew what could happen if he refused. Tris let her horse back to others and jumped into the carriage. Tris had lost quite a bit of weight over the years she's been and the Circle, and she was wearing a soft cotton dress that was soaked through from the rain. He wiry curls were plastered to her face, and because of the dampness, they were slightly straighter than usual. "Hey you guys," she grumbled.
"Hey, Tris, get wet enough?" asked Briar, jokingly.
"No." she answered shortly, "I would've like to stay out there forever." She grabbed her bag and pulled out a brush. "I wish that thunder storms never ended…" she thought aloud, dreamily.
**No point in talking to her now,** thought Briar as he looked back out the window. Slowly, after what seemed like hours to Briar, he fell asleep, watching the many trees move passed.
**Whatcha think? Use the leetle box down there and tell me! ~CJ~**
Briar sighed as he stared out of his carriage, the one that was carrying him and his three friends to Sotat. It all happened so suddenly for him. One minute he was happily weeding one of Rosethorn's gardens, well as happy as one can be weeding, and the next he was being shipped to his hometown of Hajra. **things used to be so simple** he thought, **we stayed at Winding Circle day in and out, with some trips to the town** He looked at the tattoos on his hands, the ones that marked him as being caught twice against the law. They were the only things that kept him from being truly over his old self. Roach.
He sighed again and looked to the other seats in the carriage. Daja was sitting across from him, half dozing as she watched the scenery pass by and listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the roof. Her dark face in a pout. She had her hari in thick braids, done by Sandry, and she was wearing the clothes she usually wears, leggings with a long tunic over top of a shirt. She wasn't any happier about the change. She wanted to be back at the forge, with fire and metal to play with. The only reason she even considered coming was because her teacher, Frostpine, was also coming.
Beside him sat his noble friend, Sandry. Her brown hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail and she was wearing breaches and a shirt, clothes she preferred to be in. She was weaving a few pieces of thread together, a simple braid, one that Briar had learned to do. **She always does that when she's nervous.** he thought. :~Hey Sandry, Why are you so nervous?~: Sandry jumped at the sudden break in the silence. :~Oh, just that, well, did anyone tell you why we're leaving the Circle? It seems a little odd to me, that, that we're leaving all of a sudden, and why would we go to Sotat?~: :~Yeah, I know. It seems awfully odd to me too.~:
He looked again outside. The weather was clearing up. Tris wouldn't be pleased. She went out when it began, thrilled as she usually is during a storm. Just as he thought, Tris stuck her head through the carriage window as it slowly tottered down a muddy road.
"Let me in!" she barked to the driver. He looked a little surprised, but stopped to allow Tris to enter. He knew what could happen if he refused. Tris let her horse back to others and jumped into the carriage. Tris had lost quite a bit of weight over the years she's been and the Circle, and she was wearing a soft cotton dress that was soaked through from the rain. He wiry curls were plastered to her face, and because of the dampness, they were slightly straighter than usual. "Hey you guys," she grumbled.
"Hey, Tris, get wet enough?" asked Briar, jokingly.
"No." she answered shortly, "I would've like to stay out there forever." She grabbed her bag and pulled out a brush. "I wish that thunder storms never ended…" she thought aloud, dreamily.
**No point in talking to her now,** thought Briar as he looked back out the window. Slowly, after what seemed like hours to Briar, he fell asleep, watching the many trees move passed.
**Whatcha think? Use the leetle box down there and tell me! ~CJ~**