Briar and Sandry get involved. There really isnt that much more to say. (me no own, you no sue)

Sandry stretched out on the roof, letting the sun's warm rays sink deep into her skin. She took a deep breath, inhaling the heady scent of summer. She loved that smell. No matter that she was a weaver, destined to be indoors all the time. Sandry hated being inside. She couldnt breathe inside houses, no matter how large. They closed off the sky, slid boards underneath her feet to cut her away from the earth. Walls severed the trees, lakes, and gardens from view, and most of all, they took away the smells of outside.

She sighed. Lark would be up soon, telling her the latest news about Pasco and if he would be coming to visit. Suddenly she bolted up, an idea hitting her like a ship hitting an iceberg. Pasco! Pasco had last gone on a trip with...her mind raced, trying to remember if he had gone with Daja or Briar. Then...yes! Briar! So if Pasco came, then so did Briar! She ran into the house, screaming for Lark so vehemently that Lark exploded out of the workroom, disheveled and brandishing an oversized spindle in one hand.

"Good gods, Sandry..." Lark lowered her weapon and placed a hand to her chest. Sandry did have a habit of overreacting, but one never knew.

"Sorry, Lark. Is Briar coming?"

FILL

Sandry rushed into her room, searching for her makeup and good clothes. She wanted to look her best for her beloved. She plunked herself in front of a mirror and began her beautifying process. First she unlaced her two braids that she had put in hurriedly that morning, and brushed out her hair violently. Then, more gently this time, she braided them, neatly, and to add some extra elegance, she braided in two purple ribbons as well. Then, she examined her wardrobe. Most of it was her own creations, and each of those had some negative aspect that annoyed her. This one had an odd lump in it, this one was a bit too small, that one an improper color dye...it went on and on.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a little purple pile, hiding in a corner by the door. She walked over, picked it up, and saw that it was a dress...a gorgeous dress. She had never seen it before. At first she thought it was one of Lark's, but Lark only wore clothing that she made and this particular dress was not Lark's style. She quickly clutched it to her chest protectively, and peeped out the door. No one was there, not in the hallway or on the staircase. Odd, she thought to herself, but no matter. Maybe it was fate that she look exceptionally beautiful when she saw Briar for the first time in almost a year.

She shrugged, pulled herself back into her room, and shut the door. Quickly she stripped, and slid the dress over her head. She gasped. The dress had a surreal feeling to it, like she was either wearing cobwebs or nothing at all. It also had a shimmer to it, almost like magic. She probed the dress's threads with her magic, and asked them where they came from. The answer was almost poetic:

From trees, from bushes, near and far, but closer than the nearest star.

She pulled back, confused and even a little bit frightened. Never before had thread refused to tell her its nature, or refused her at all for that matter. She would have to talk to Lark. As she was on ehr way through the hallway towards Lark's workroom, however, she heard a telltale barking and yelping coming from the front of the house. Later, she thought. The mysterious thread could wait.

Briar Moss was bobbing along on his horse, with a bundle of cloth and wraps on the carriage front behind him. He heard a mournful and pitious cough escape the cocoon, and he reached behind to pat the lump's top. "It'll be alright. We're almost there." He couldnt wait to get home. He could feel Sandry coming closer to him, and leaned forward as if that would get him there faster. He turned again and gave his teacher (who was sitting next to the cocoon-girl) puppy-dog please eyes. She sighed. "All right, go ahead. We're nearly there anyways." He whooped and jumped off the horse (I really wish you wouldnt do that, Briar) and began to run, beyond the sight of the carriage, and toward the white dot that he knew was home. He heard barking, and he could have cried. Little Bear came vaulting over the fence, and running flat-out to get to his master.

Briar laughed out loud as he and the massive dog tumbled about on the grass in front of Discipline. He got a glimpse of Sandry over the dog's back, and his jaw dropped.

bwahahahahhaahahaaaa...cliff-hanger...or spontaneous writer's block? thats for you to decide.