A/N: Ah, this is based on the things in life, envy, love, death, marriage (he!), truthfulness, and all of the other things your favorite characters from the Circle of Magic stories.

Set back after they return from their trips with their teachers.

And all is told from sensible Dajas point of view,

AND DO NOT FORGET R&R please!

Disclaimer: I do not own Daja, Sandry, Tris or Briar (oh, briar.Drools). If I did, I would play Tris and have a movie out. Alas, Tamora Pierce owns them. cry's

Love/I missed you!

Daja watched as she and Frostpine traveled up Winding Circles road to Discipline. Her braids gleamed with sweat as she rode her horse, Honey, eager to see her friends.

"Eager to see them again, Daja?" Frostpine asked, as he watched her eagerly trotted faster.

"Yeah, I haven't seen them in tow years, so it's like were meeting all over again." Daja replied her mind flashing back to the day they had officially met, after dinner, before baths. 'Gosh, how young were we back then!' Daja thought.

A crisp voice announced out of nowhere "And you will get out right now before I hang you upside down in the well."

"Ah, Rosethorn and Briar are back already." Frostpine commented, stopping his horse in front of the house.

"Don't worry, she won't do it, she doesn't want to contaminate the water." Briar said, coming around the house.

"Daja Kisubo!" He said in surprise.

"Briar Moss." I said back, giving Honey's reins to Frostpine as Briar enveloped me in a hug.

"Daja?" Came Sandry's startled voice, as she leaned out of Larks workshop.

"Satti!" I said, leaning over so she could hug me too.

"Well, there's most of the group." Briar remarked, scuffing his bare feet on the floor.

"All but-"

"Tris!" Sandry said, startled.

"Little Bear!" I said joyfully as the dog came running around the opposite corner Briar had come, looking up for the weather-witches familiar red hair.

"I'm back!" She said gleefully, reaching over to me.

"Well, now the gangs definitely back together again!" I announced as we walked inside.

Inside Discipline was bedlam. Lark, Frostpine, Rosethorn, and Niko were inside giving each other hugs. The other student-mages, were staring, gasping as we all were back together again.

"Lunchtime!" Lark announced, pulling out milk, honey, brad, and cold fruit. We managed to crowd around the table, eight of us was packed but with the students there was need for one chair to hold two to three people.

"This place is packed." I commented to the others, watching as we filled the kitchen chattering.

"Meet me up at the old place later," Tris said, pointing upwards, "That way we can talk without this." She meant the bedlam that was happening as everyone settled back into Discipline.

A/N: Short, but more coming later!