Ch. 2 (sorry I left in such and odd place for the last one, I had to go to
bed…this one will be short, cos I have school. Oh, and thanks for the
review. The resisting the magic thing…yeah, I made that up.)
Sandry thanked Lark for the cup of tea. The hot liquid soothed her aching body, and her restless mind. Sandry was comfortably seated in a chair, and she was gazing out the window. Her concentration broken by a sudden rap on the door. She glanced over. Tris was moving to answer it.
"Hello." Sandry didn't think she recognized the voice. She closed her eyes, resting them.
"Can I help you?" Obviously, Tris didn't recognize the person either.
::Briar?:: Tris called. ::C'mere, we have a visitor, and we don't know who he is.:: Briar sulked through the door, upset at his time with plants being disturbed.
"Roach…" The visitor stared in disbeleif. "So they've made a bag of ya. Never would'a thought it."
"Erm…gasp" Briar's eyebrows shot up in surprise. ::Who is it Briar?:: Tris mind asked. ::It's me mate!:: Suddenly, Briar's eyes narrowed. "What're you doin' here, Beats?" (AN sorry, I just made that up, it was my pals nickname at military camp last summer )
"Roach! Good t'see ya remember yer ol' mate!"
::Girls.:: Briar's mind voice was commanding. ::Go upstaris. Now.::
Tris and Daja, who had come down at the sound of voices (AN Daja came down, Tris was already there), went upstairs, wondering at Briar's request. They didn't notice that Sandry had fallen asleep, and hadn't heard Briar.
"Beats, whaddya want?" The twang of the streets was creeping back into Briar's voice. He fought to control it. He knew better…mostly.
"What?! A pal cant come see his mate? Just for a bloody visit?"
"Beats, we both know this isn't a visit. Now whaddya want?" Briar was getting agitated. A fern in the corner started rustling restlessly.
"Ahowww…truth be told matey," Beats, it appeared, was a bit tipsy, "truth be told! Haheha, ain't thata funny thought? Naw, I jus', well, me'n the gang, we've fallen on hard times, Briar, we neecha to come back'n hel' us outta trouble, y'see."
"I'm not coming back, Beats. I've got things to do here." Briar's jaw clenched as Beats stumbled into the main room, looking around with contemptable familiarity. His eyes rested on the sleeping Sandry.
"Aohh, I see. Here's yer things t'do, eh?!" Beats raised his eyebrows luridly.
::Sandry!:: Briar mind yelled. She jumped slightly, startled at the yelling in her mind. She rubbed her ears for a second. ::What?:: She was still half asleep.
::Go upstairs. I don't want you down here with him. He's bad news Sandry.::
"Euh, excuse me please, I must be on my way," Sandry, ever the noble, couldn't just leave. That would be rude. The two boys watched her go up the stairs.
"Eh! So y've got yerself a bag, eh Briar? She's real nice…mind if I 'borrow' 'er for a bit?" Briar was upset at the suggestive tone in Beats' voice.
"Beats, I'm not gonna help you. You might as well leave."
"Aohww, I see, too good fer yer ol' gang. Couldn't help us out, now that e've become a bag 'imself! Well, maybe I'm too good fer you'n such. I coulda warned ya, but now, whelp, I guess you'll just 'ave to wait'n see what yer fates to be!" Beats cackled at the thought. Briar narrowed his eyes once more, trying to discern the character of the man he once knew so well.
Sandry thanked Lark for the cup of tea. The hot liquid soothed her aching body, and her restless mind. Sandry was comfortably seated in a chair, and she was gazing out the window. Her concentration broken by a sudden rap on the door. She glanced over. Tris was moving to answer it.
"Hello." Sandry didn't think she recognized the voice. She closed her eyes, resting them.
"Can I help you?" Obviously, Tris didn't recognize the person either.
::Briar?:: Tris called. ::C'mere, we have a visitor, and we don't know who he is.:: Briar sulked through the door, upset at his time with plants being disturbed.
"Roach…" The visitor stared in disbeleif. "So they've made a bag of ya. Never would'a thought it."
"Erm…gasp" Briar's eyebrows shot up in surprise. ::Who is it Briar?:: Tris mind asked. ::It's me mate!:: Suddenly, Briar's eyes narrowed. "What're you doin' here, Beats?" (AN sorry, I just made that up, it was my pals nickname at military camp last summer )
"Roach! Good t'see ya remember yer ol' mate!"
::Girls.:: Briar's mind voice was commanding. ::Go upstaris. Now.::
Tris and Daja, who had come down at the sound of voices (AN Daja came down, Tris was already there), went upstairs, wondering at Briar's request. They didn't notice that Sandry had fallen asleep, and hadn't heard Briar.
"Beats, whaddya want?" The twang of the streets was creeping back into Briar's voice. He fought to control it. He knew better…mostly.
"What?! A pal cant come see his mate? Just for a bloody visit?"
"Beats, we both know this isn't a visit. Now whaddya want?" Briar was getting agitated. A fern in the corner started rustling restlessly.
"Ahowww…truth be told matey," Beats, it appeared, was a bit tipsy, "truth be told! Haheha, ain't thata funny thought? Naw, I jus', well, me'n the gang, we've fallen on hard times, Briar, we neecha to come back'n hel' us outta trouble, y'see."
"I'm not coming back, Beats. I've got things to do here." Briar's jaw clenched as Beats stumbled into the main room, looking around with contemptable familiarity. His eyes rested on the sleeping Sandry.
"Aohh, I see. Here's yer things t'do, eh?!" Beats raised his eyebrows luridly.
::Sandry!:: Briar mind yelled. She jumped slightly, startled at the yelling in her mind. She rubbed her ears for a second. ::What?:: She was still half asleep.
::Go upstairs. I don't want you down here with him. He's bad news Sandry.::
"Euh, excuse me please, I must be on my way," Sandry, ever the noble, couldn't just leave. That would be rude. The two boys watched her go up the stairs.
"Eh! So y've got yerself a bag, eh Briar? She's real nice…mind if I 'borrow' 'er for a bit?" Briar was upset at the suggestive tone in Beats' voice.
"Beats, I'm not gonna help you. You might as well leave."
"Aohww, I see, too good fer yer ol' gang. Couldn't help us out, now that e've become a bag 'imself! Well, maybe I'm too good fer you'n such. I coulda warned ya, but now, whelp, I guess you'll just 'ave to wait'n see what yer fates to be!" Beats cackled at the thought. Briar narrowed his eyes once more, trying to discern the character of the man he once knew so well.