A/N Ah look, another Tamora Pierce book by me. I was thinking on making a fanfic from the Immortals series, but Circle of Magic called me. Whatever that means.

Disclaimer: If I owned Circle of Magic and were Tamora Pierce, I would go to Shadowsong StarGlaive the Wolf's profile, and laugh. Because she is little more than a slave to fanfiction. A pitiful one at that.

A girl clad in skirts with fiery red hair stepped out behind her cousin's cottage, the wind whipping at her face, swirling around her petticoats, tossing her curls around like feathers. She breathed deep, fresh air, then heard a yell from her cousin.

"Trisana! You get in here and get these buckets to the well!" Cousin Uraelle, about forty years old, snarled from the house.

The girl sighed. She went inside, the breezes tugging at her, begging not to go.

The woman had stiff grayish hair with matching shoes and dress thrust two pails at the girl of about eleven. "Take these, and be back with two full pails of water!"

The girl, known as Trisana Chandler to family, Tris to others, grit her teeth and snatched the two containers made of iron. She turned and stepped back outside.

The empty pails clanging against their handles, Tris trotted slowly down to the old well down the path. Breezes frisked around her, dancing though her titian locks, and playfully lifting her skirts in their own dance. Tris looked at the deep blue sky and smiled. A bird swooped down, and whistled past her head. The sparrow twirled on, a speck of dust against the prodigious sky.

Tris looked wistfully at the sparrow, who sped off into the cerulean sea of air. She always wished to fly, catch a thermal, rise up. She began to climb the hill where the well was. How she did wish she had wings then!

She arrived at the well. Setting one pail down and hooking another onto the coil of iron twisted around the rope, she turned the well crank and lowered the bucket. Hearing a splash, she heaved it up again. For being so out of shape and plump, she was strong. Doing the same with the other pail, she walked back downhill towards her cousin's house- or to her, tyranny with a dress.

"Where were you? You were gone almost five minutes!" raged Uraelle, her face crimson, "I needed you back here shopping for fruits and vegetables! You are worthl-"

Tris's temper boiled up, and before she knew it, a howling wind whipped outside, roaring in it's own fury.

"Ahh! What-?" spluttered Cousin Uraelle, her once scarlet face turning a rather unhealthy pallor.

Tris grinned, feeling the wind pour through the windows, twining around her like vines to the sun. She never knew why she loved the weather so much; it seemed a very part of her.

Uraelle had tried to slam the windows shut, but to no avail. Whirling around, she snapped at the small redhead, "Close the blasted windows, girl!"

Tris's temper started to cool, but hate welled up in her like a flood. She shut the windows, but not before catching a blast of wind in her face.

"Now take these five copper coins and I expect at least a pound of meat and some vegetables with that. Now scat!"

Tris fled, anger barely contained in one, small child.

She arrived at the market, and soaked in the smells, voices, and sights of it. Moving swiftly through the crowds, she maneuvered herself cleverly to a food shop where they sold everything from wheat to meat to vegetables. A man clad in apron splattered with meat juice and vegetable sap bowed to her, allthough she looked only about ten. Children were often sent to market to fetch the food; this was no different.

"How much does that beef cost?" asked Tris, in her element. She pushed her spectacles up her long nose and waited.

"Four copper coins for a pound," he said, flicking a bit of pork rind off his apron.

Tris snorted, then answered, "Really? I've seen moldy pork for half that much, and a pound for four copper coins? Lower it two, no, better yet, one."

The man thought about this, his brain clicking and working fast. Finally he said, "Two copper coins, and not a penny less!"

She purchased the beef, along with some tomatoes and potatoes, along with some fresh bread from the shop next to the butcher's store.

She was buying the potatoes when a breeze caught her hair and tossed it up. She grinned, thinking about the breezes as if they were playful puppies.

In the walk home, a steady drizzle started, washing Tris like a cold bath. She stopped in the road, and breathed in the deep, refreshing scents of rain.

A/N How was that? A good beginning? Please review! -Shadowsong CometShard StarGlaive