AN: I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY CHARACTERS OR PLACES IN TOMARA PIERCES WORLD . NOTHING. NOWHERE. NO ONE. ( Any cahracters you do not recognise from the books are mine. Garian for example. and the sheep... OOPS Spoiler..lol) This is my first Fanfic. PLEASE R&R!

Trisana gazed out of the window, her hair loosely curled around her face

Trisana gazed out of the window, her hair loosely curled around her face. The vacation had been a good idea. Briar was constantly bringing girls home. Girls that squealed when Tris played with her little sparks, or shook when they discovered the winds that curled around her like cats to a fire. And Sandry had recently had a number of well-to-do merchants sons and heirs and a few young noblemen call on her. She never let them entertain the thought of anything more than friendship except for a select few silk merchants with who she had formed an almost inseparable bond. And Daja, though she didn't bring anyone home, was recently seen walking around with a jeweler in the market place. Tris couldn't handle the romantic aura of home and left, soaring off to the south, and the cooler shores of the Stepping Stone islands, where the heat of passionate romance didn't linger. There was only rain. And sheep. Lots of rain. Lots of sheep. If not for the rain and sheep, the stepping stone islands might have had a booming tourism industry, but alas. It did rain. And there were sheep.

"It looks like another storm." Tris mumbled to herself. This was another reason she chose this place as her summer living space. She could feel the rush of adrenaline as the heated sky mingled with the cold oceanfronts. " Better go up to the tower now." she sighed. The last of her 'experiments' with weather had frightened a flock of wet, rained on, sheep and got her a scolding from the herder who had to gather them all up again. Now she preformed her 'arcane foolishness' in an old abandoned watchtower on a rocky cliff face. She heaved another sigh as she trotted down the stairs from her room and through the banquet hall.

" Are you going out Miss?" Tris turned. A maidservant dithered at her elbow, eyes large. " I won't begrudge you your walk Miss, but the sky has turned and the sheep are running. Bad omen, sheep running,'tis. Means a right nasty piece of work storm be setting to our heading." Tris sighed and forced a smile. The locals had a very thick accent and rough speech and mixed their words around such that even a merchant's daughter like herself, used to all sorts of speaking, could not fully decipher it.

"If you mean the weather is fouling than be assured that I am the only person you can bet 100 on being fine." Saying so, she stepped outside. Black clouds rolled in, the banks of green, dewy grass shadowed by the ominous presence. Tris strode forward, her hair tossing about like it had a mind of its own. She could feel the heart of this storm. The burning desire of the lightning and the dreaminess of the rain. The lightning sought a point to strike, homing in on the scraggly foliage of a farmer's orchard. She steered it off its course. It chose a boy shepherd, running with his flock of drenched sheep to their pasture and his home. She flicked it off again with her mind, like shooing away a fly. It took interest.

It shot out and struck her. She chuckled softly, playing with the feeling in her mind. The white-hot heat burnt the grass at her feat, sizzled in the drenching rain and scorched the sky. It fed itself into her, it being encapsulated by her small mortal form. Tris laughed soaringly to the sky, her spectacles blurred with droplets, her breathe quick and fast. Distantly she heard the scream of the maid faraway in reality. Then suddenly, like one blows out a candle, it stopped. Tris whistled low under her breathe. This storm was fierce. Its attention was undivided. It focused on the island alone. She folded her arms and glared at the oppressing sky.

'Oh no you don't youngster'. Tris thought to the clouds. 'You may be fresh and spunky but you're not going to frighten this lass, oh, no. You are going to turn around right now and head to that open ocean right there. Now.' The clouds shivered under her might, the essence of her magic pulling it like a dog on a leash. ' You are going to that stretch of cool, empty water, and you are staying there. Or I will spank you like the little brat that you are. Your not ten minutes old and your already full of yourself. I've beat storms that you couldn't even imagine comparing yourself too. You're 120 years too early.'

With each mental blow, the storm shrank back ward, the force of her magic and her thoughts dragging it out to sea. She sighed then, and strode off towards the watchtower. Out on the ocean huge waves formed, as an adolescent storm vent its energy upon the waters of the channel.

Trisana relaxed against the cool stones at the top of the watchtower, breezes licking her cheeks. The Storm had moved even further south, to heave the open ocean into turmoil. From there, they moved west, to the Uncharted Lands. Nobody could brave those waters and survive. She had strained herself for the past hour, keeping a constant watch for whispers or images on the wind of drowning sailors or overturned vessels. The worst was a coracle that overturned on the beach and squashed a young boys toe. That was all. She was content to let her attention slip, and shut her eyes for a few minutes. Just a few...

:Tortall:

Numair hurried across the deck of the ship, his sleeves trailing behind him in the fierce wind.

" Garian! Garian get down from there! If your mother knew I had let you go gallivanting around in the riggings in this weather, she'd turn into a rhino and run me over! IF you don't behave you can go back to home and practice meditating for hours on end with her and siblings!" the young boy gasped and scrambled down from his precarious position.

" You wouldn't dare! Rikash and Sarra like that but I hate it! I want to see things Da! I want to experience them!" Garian strode over to Numair, scowling "I'm 19! How much older do I have to be before mother thinks I'm not a china doll! I have the same aptitude at magic that you do and I can communicate with animals! So what if I can't shape shift?! It doesn't mean I'm going to die!"

The sailors all sighed and went about their work. They had heard this speech several times since they left port, and they were betting it wouldn't be the last time either. 'Young Master Garian' was very blatantly obvious about what he wanted to do. And he told everyone around him as much as he could. The whole reason he was on the exploration was because he blew up a storehouse and was running around taunting officials all day. They had hired onto this ship wanting to explore the Cape of Carthak and the Eastern and Southern Seas. It was supposed to be a hot sunny, relaxing journey, with blue skies and singing birds. But the warm tropical Carthaki air had brewed a most terrible storm. Even Master Numair couldn't control the weather to that degree without consequences. And a sickly mage was not a pretty sight.

" Masters! We suggest ye stow yourselves in yon cabins for a wee bit while we handle this storm. Tis the least we can do for ye!" The captain, a redheaded woman of mid thirties, leaned down across the helm. " I think its turning to a nasty sort 'tis!"

AN: Thanks for reading. If I get a good response I'll post the next little bit!

-M. Oriel