Ch. 14
(AN: sorry this has taken me so long. I thought I'd given up on all this. But two more reviews, and I'm back on my feet. Kinda. I'll finish this one, don't worry. It just might take a while. So here ya are…)
It was morning. Sunlight was streaming in through open windows. Sandry turned away from the light, languidly rubbing her eyes and stretching her arms and other extremities. She jumped slightly when a knock sounded on her door, but realizing it was probably her maid, only called out, "Enter!"
"Sandry?" Briar's voice reached her ears. In her still rather sleepy state, her mind did not fully comprehend the fact that she was lying in her bed, not to mention the fact that she had on almost nothing. "Everyone else's left for breakfast, and I can't seem to figure out where the dining room is…"
"Briar? What're you…Oh, right. Just give me a few minutes and I'll show you down there." Sandry turned towards Briar and smiled at him. He really looked at her, and almost passed out. There she was, laying on her bed, the silk sheets and heavy comforter in disarray, the majority of her bed linens were trailing on the floor. He looked at her. She was wearing a simple nightgown of very thin material. With the sun shining as it was, the cloth was sheer in places; he could see the outline of her hips and legs. The top was lowcut, and since she was lying on her side, he could see the soft curve of her breasts. He knew that he needed to leave then, before something occurred that, he felt sure, would make the situation rather awkward.
"Right. I'll just wait outside." And with that, Briar beat a hasty retreat to the safety of the corridor. Inside her room, Sandry smiled lazily, chuckled to herself, and began to get dressed.
Neal was bored. Although, subconsciously, he was very impressed with the grandeur of this castle, his Tortallan pride kept him from admitting it. Consequently, he grew tired of the comparison of the two castles that so engrossed the duke and the rest of the Tortallan company. Neal decided that the only thing that he liked about Emelan was Sandry. He sighed unbeknownst to himself. She was perfect. She was beautiful. She was kind. She was standing at the door. A faint blush graced her cheeks at the disapproving look from her uncle. Neal took in her appearance. Khaki linen over-dress. It was tight through her chest and waist, then billowed out into the perfect picture of summer. In true summer form, a soft white shift peeked up over the rather low-cut top of the linen, and fell in soft gathers at her elbows. He chestnut hair was graced with light touches of red and fell down the back of the dress, with the top half pulled back from her face. Neal thought that the smile on her face was for him, until he saw her giggle slightly. He realized that she must be mind-speaking with her friends. If it was that Briar! Neal's temper flashed. Violent images danced through his mind. His fingers involuntarily gripped at the silver fork in his hand. His jaw clenched so tightly his teeth threatened to crack under the pressure. He saw her glance and smile in his direction, and he relaxed. 'She'd better be careful,' he thought. 'She's too good for that Briar boy. She needs me. And I'll make sure she knows it too…'
Tris saw Briar and Sandry enter the room. She saw what Neal either didn't want to see, or couldn't see: Briar was in love with Sandry. Sandry was in love with Briar. She watched the two of them briefly grasp each others' hand before taking their seats at opposite ends of the table: Sandry next to her Uncle, with the other important guests, and Briar with the youths, the inconsequential guests. Tris sighed to herself. 'Sometimes love cannot manifest itself.' She mentally shook her head. 'I'm going crazy…I seriously need to talk to Niko about my horrifyingly romantic thoughts!'
Daja was enjoying breakfast. She was also enjoying the silverware. At Discipline, they'd only used tin cutlery. But here, at the Castle, the metal whispered under her delicate touch. She probed it with her mind. It was while she was memorizing the feeling of gold on silver that she happened to glance up and see Kel watching Neal. Neal was, Daja could obviously see, watching Sandry. Sandry was, just as obviously, watching Briar. Briar was, luckily, watching Sandry. Oh, but this could get confusing. The one important thing that Daja could get out of this silent exchange of forlorn looks, or in the case of Briar and Sandry, looks of passion, was that there would quite possibly bee a spot of trouble in the near future. In all scenarios Daja could think of, the trouble would climax at the ball. (AN: oh, but maybe I shouldn't have used that word. Heavens, I need to change my rating!(.)
AN: so there's chapter 14. Kinda short. Kinda bad. Oh well. I'm not too sad. Didja like my rhyme? Yeehaw! Now, I don't think I'll even write the next chapter until I get 35 reviews. That may change, but why press your luck? I wouldn't recommend it, b/c I have TONS of other stuff to do. It could very well be August before I'll get around to writing another chapter, let alone post it, unless I get 35 reviews! So come on, come on, do the locomotion with me. You gotta swing your hips now. That's right, you're doing fine. Come on. Ooh, ooh, ooh, jump up, jump back…ermm…review, please.
BABOOSHKA!!!
(AN: sorry this has taken me so long. I thought I'd given up on all this. But two more reviews, and I'm back on my feet. Kinda. I'll finish this one, don't worry. It just might take a while. So here ya are…)
It was morning. Sunlight was streaming in through open windows. Sandry turned away from the light, languidly rubbing her eyes and stretching her arms and other extremities. She jumped slightly when a knock sounded on her door, but realizing it was probably her maid, only called out, "Enter!"
"Sandry?" Briar's voice reached her ears. In her still rather sleepy state, her mind did not fully comprehend the fact that she was lying in her bed, not to mention the fact that she had on almost nothing. "Everyone else's left for breakfast, and I can't seem to figure out where the dining room is…"
"Briar? What're you…Oh, right. Just give me a few minutes and I'll show you down there." Sandry turned towards Briar and smiled at him. He really looked at her, and almost passed out. There she was, laying on her bed, the silk sheets and heavy comforter in disarray, the majority of her bed linens were trailing on the floor. He looked at her. She was wearing a simple nightgown of very thin material. With the sun shining as it was, the cloth was sheer in places; he could see the outline of her hips and legs. The top was lowcut, and since she was lying on her side, he could see the soft curve of her breasts. He knew that he needed to leave then, before something occurred that, he felt sure, would make the situation rather awkward.
"Right. I'll just wait outside." And with that, Briar beat a hasty retreat to the safety of the corridor. Inside her room, Sandry smiled lazily, chuckled to herself, and began to get dressed.
Neal was bored. Although, subconsciously, he was very impressed with the grandeur of this castle, his Tortallan pride kept him from admitting it. Consequently, he grew tired of the comparison of the two castles that so engrossed the duke and the rest of the Tortallan company. Neal decided that the only thing that he liked about Emelan was Sandry. He sighed unbeknownst to himself. She was perfect. She was beautiful. She was kind. She was standing at the door. A faint blush graced her cheeks at the disapproving look from her uncle. Neal took in her appearance. Khaki linen over-dress. It was tight through her chest and waist, then billowed out into the perfect picture of summer. In true summer form, a soft white shift peeked up over the rather low-cut top of the linen, and fell in soft gathers at her elbows. He chestnut hair was graced with light touches of red and fell down the back of the dress, with the top half pulled back from her face. Neal thought that the smile on her face was for him, until he saw her giggle slightly. He realized that she must be mind-speaking with her friends. If it was that Briar! Neal's temper flashed. Violent images danced through his mind. His fingers involuntarily gripped at the silver fork in his hand. His jaw clenched so tightly his teeth threatened to crack under the pressure. He saw her glance and smile in his direction, and he relaxed. 'She'd better be careful,' he thought. 'She's too good for that Briar boy. She needs me. And I'll make sure she knows it too…'
Tris saw Briar and Sandry enter the room. She saw what Neal either didn't want to see, or couldn't see: Briar was in love with Sandry. Sandry was in love with Briar. She watched the two of them briefly grasp each others' hand before taking their seats at opposite ends of the table: Sandry next to her Uncle, with the other important guests, and Briar with the youths, the inconsequential guests. Tris sighed to herself. 'Sometimes love cannot manifest itself.' She mentally shook her head. 'I'm going crazy…I seriously need to talk to Niko about my horrifyingly romantic thoughts!'
Daja was enjoying breakfast. She was also enjoying the silverware. At Discipline, they'd only used tin cutlery. But here, at the Castle, the metal whispered under her delicate touch. She probed it with her mind. It was while she was memorizing the feeling of gold on silver that she happened to glance up and see Kel watching Neal. Neal was, Daja could obviously see, watching Sandry. Sandry was, just as obviously, watching Briar. Briar was, luckily, watching Sandry. Oh, but this could get confusing. The one important thing that Daja could get out of this silent exchange of forlorn looks, or in the case of Briar and Sandry, looks of passion, was that there would quite possibly bee a spot of trouble in the near future. In all scenarios Daja could think of, the trouble would climax at the ball. (AN: oh, but maybe I shouldn't have used that word. Heavens, I need to change my rating!(.)
AN: so there's chapter 14. Kinda short. Kinda bad. Oh well. I'm not too sad. Didja like my rhyme? Yeehaw! Now, I don't think I'll even write the next chapter until I get 35 reviews. That may change, but why press your luck? I wouldn't recommend it, b/c I have TONS of other stuff to do. It could very well be August before I'll get around to writing another chapter, let alone post it, unless I get 35 reviews! So come on, come on, do the locomotion with me. You gotta swing your hips now. That's right, you're doing fine. Come on. Ooh, ooh, ooh, jump up, jump back…ermm…review, please.
BABOOSHKA!!!