"I love you." The words buried deep into her heart, shoving out the fear of being alone that she didn't know she'd had. Mikhail was a man she'd met at few hours before he'd stated his love, yet Tris knew his words were true. They kissed again, Mikhail having to bend down because of his height. Somebody cleared their throat. Tris looked back to find Sandry standing behind her, unable to keep the smirk from her face. Tris blushed, then fled down the hallway, dragging Mikhail with her. "Where's the exit?" She asked him. Mikhail dragged to the exit. He didn't stop, but rather dragged her all the way to the nearest inn. Tris allowed him to drag her there.
Daja tried as hard as she could not to laugh. "...and then they kissed each other, right in front of me!" Daja couldn't contain it any longer, the laughter burst from her mouth. "Woah, the guy must be good. I've never seen Tris look twice at a man before, much less run up to him and kiss him full on the mouth!" Briar stated, trying hard not to look envious. Sandry's face could barely contain the smile that was about to form on her mouth. "The guy is very nice, Briar. Don't insult him. He claimed our sister's heart. That's definitely worth something," she scolded. Daja looked up. "Definitely," she agreed. Briar nodded his head in agreement. "So...," Sandry started, blushing. "What is his name?" Daja looked at her foster sister in surprise. "You were defending him without even knowing his name?" She choked out. Another round of laughter hit her so hard she fell onto the floor rolling. Briar joined her on the floor beneath Sandry's annoyed form. "Are you going to tell me of what?" She demanded. "He...his name...is...is Mikhail. He is...he's the kings own assassin," Briar stuttered from the floor. "He's an assassin!" Sandry screeched. Both Briar and Daja covered their ears. "Ye...yes Sandry. Why does it matter," Daja answered carefully. Sandry sighed. I can't control her life Daja. I guess I'm just jealous.
Daja watched Sandry. Despite her current mood of pure happiness, the dark circles around her eyes and pale face were visible. Sandry looked up and met her stare. "I really didn't expect Tris to find anyone, much less before I found somebody. I'm jealous Daja, but I can't stop being jealous. Briar snorted. "Well obviously! I'm seriously jealous of that Mikhail fellow, didn't you see your reaction to him Sandry. And even YOUR reaction to him Daja. That says something." "What was my reaction Briar?" Daja and Sandry asked simultaneously. "You," he said, pointing to Sandry, "...blushed, and you, Daja, smiled strangely at him." Daja blushed. "I did not!" She denied halfheartedly. Briar smiled knowly at her denial. "Yeah, right," he said sarcastically. Sandry stormed off, her paleness invisible beneath her flushed face. Daja followed her, her blush slightly harder to see. She was grateful for that.
Tris strode through the town, her hand linked with Mikhail's. Daja, Briar and Sandry met up with them in the middle of town. "Have fun Tris?" Briar asked, winking. Tris blushed. "We're going to be away for the day...um what are your names?" Mikhail announced. "I'm Sandrilene fa toren, but you may call me Sandry," Sandry replied. "I'm Daja," Daja answered. Briar stayed silent. Mikhail already knew him. "I'm not going to be back until tomorrow," Tris stated, almost unnoticed under Mikhail's tall stature. "Sure go ahead," Sandry replied. "Have fun!" Briar added, winking. Tris smiled in response. "Bye!" She called, as she and Mikhail walked away.
"I want you to meet my family Tris," Mikhail announced. "Okay," Tris agreed. As long as Mikhail was with her she'd go anywhere. "Where do they live?" She asked. "Actually, they live here. I didn't come here on business, but got put in prison for getting involved in it." Mikhail answered. "I don't find that hard to believe," Tris answered.
Mikhail pointed to a large house. "This is were my family lives," he announced, rapping on the door. A middle aged woman answered, her golden hair and light brown eyes sparkling in the sun. "Mikhail," she whispered, sighing. "Come in." She opened the door wider, suddenly noticing Tris. "Who's this?" She asked, bristling with suspicion. "This is Trisana Chandler," Mikhail answered smoothly. The woman relaxed. "Nice to meet you Trisana," she whispered before shooing them inside. "That was my mother, Kathleen," Mikhail whispered into Tris's ear. "...and this is my sister, Jorja," he whispered, staring at the young girl approaching. "Mikkey!" She screamed wrapping her arms around her older brother's waist. "Lien, Mikkey's home!" She called to a fair haired boy staring from the doorway. As they noticed him, he stepped forward and extended his hand to Tris. He looked to be younger than Mikhail, but obviously not by much. "Name's Lien," he stated. "Mine's Trisana," Tris replied informally.
"What do you do, Trisana?" Mikhail's mother Kathleen asked. Trisana looked down towards the floor. "Well...I," she started. "She is a travelling magician," Mikhail lied smoothly. Tris fought down the desire to gape at him. Lying to his own mother. "I am actually a magician," Tris agreed, telling herself that she wasn't lying. That magician was another word for mage wasn't it?
"What do you think Tris's doing now, Briar?" Sandry asked. Daja smiled at her nervous foster sister before following Briar into an alleyway. "I'm not really sure, Sandry," Briar answered halfheartedly. "We should be safe here for a couple of hours, let's get some rest while we can." Daja trusted her foster brother fully to keep them safe. Without a second thought she sat down on the floor and began to create a magical barrier for meditating. Sandry nodded and sat down next to her, then after a few seconds hesitation, Briar followed. The three adjusted their breathing and gently relaxed into their meditation...
Sandry rubbed her eyes, how pong had she meditated. The sun was falling below the land.'I couldn't of sat for more than a few hours then,' she thought to herself. She stretched out like a cat, yawned deeply, then picked herself up. She was sore all over her body. Sandry looked around. Briar was still meditating beside her, but Daja must've stopped meditating a while a go. She was nowhere to be seen. Sandry didn't dwell on it though, she was too tired. Instead, she went straight to bed.