A/N: Hey! I'm back with more!!!! ::crickets:: Quiet you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Me no own,
So you no sue.
And here's a HUGE thank you to my reviewers:
Keita: the :: things are actions, since my my comp won't let me use **.
Larzdinn: Thank you for the great review!! I love mysteries too.. ^.^
Bunch-o-nuts: I appreciate the reiview!! Thank you so much! ::huggles::
Alrighty! Sorry the last chappy was so short. this one will be longer. I promise.
"I'm going to the market! Tell Rosethorn I'll be back before weed-pulling!" Briar shouted to Sandry, who was spinning on a bench in Discipline's garden.
His housemate nodded, and waved goodbye. "If you see any good red dye, bring some home would you?" Briar nodded and trotted off towards Market Day Square.
When he reached the Market, he browsed for a little bit, keeping a covert eye out for Thatcher.
When he finally spotted the boy, he waved and headed towards his friend. Thatcher, a tall boy several years older than Briar, smiled, eyes sparkling.
"What'cha need, Briar-boy?" he asked jovially. Briar had made friends with Briar a few months ago, when Briar had caught Thatcher with his hand in Briar's belt pouch. Briar had given the boy a gold piece so he wouldn't have to steal anymore.
Now, when Briar was in need information, extra hands, or someone to talk to, he always sought out Thatcher.
Today, Briar made use of Thatcher's skills of observance. "I'm looking for someone." Briar said, after shaking his friend's hand.
Thatcher nodded and leaned against a nearby wall. "Whadda they look like?" he asked, running his fingers through his floppy blond hair.
Briar rubbed his neck. "I never saw their face. They wore all black, hooded cloak and everything. They're about my height, maybe a little shorter, and they can fight with knives."
Thatcher began to grin. "There's only one person in Summersea like that!" He motioned to a little boy standing nearby. "Pins, me friend Briar here wants to know where Grey is. Can you do that?"
The little boy nodded and grinned. "Sure thing." He skipped off, humming.
Thatcher gestured towards a nearby fruit stall. "C'mon Bri. Let's us our paws on a bite to eat while we wait."
Briar was enjoying a berry pie, with Thatcher, when Pins ran up and whispered in Thatcher's ear.
Thatcher nodded. "By the fountain." Briar flipped the Pins a copper, before following Thatcher off.
When they reached the fountain, Briar had to look for a second, before he spotted his target. The figure seemed to melt into the shadows, part darkness itself.
Briar approached warily, hoping the figure wouldn't pull a knife on him, or something equally dangerous. He stepped up next to he figure, leaning casually over the edge of the fountain.
They stood in silence for a moment, the black-clad person made no move to leave, or a sign of recognition, though Briar was sure the figure knew who he was.
"So. Briar Moss. You have found me." The figure continued to watch the water, but Briar got the sense that whoever this person was, they were smiling under their hood.
Briar nodded wordlessly, and noted that Thatcher had slipped away, probably going back to his former business. The figure was dressed the same as yesterday, hood still pulled low over his or her eyes.
Briar cleared his throat. "I wanted to thank you. You sa-"
The figure held up a gloved hand. "I didn't do it for praise. I did it because you needed help. Seeing you and your teacher safe is all the thanks I need."
Briar opened his mouth, then shut it again. "How do you know my name?! And that Rosethorn is my teacher? And how where you right there when I needed your help?"
The figure laughed and Briar noticed that they had a low melodious voice that was enchanting to listen to. "I've taken an interest in you, Briar Moss of Winding Circle, formerly known as Roach of the Lightnings, birth name Darian Kafar."
Briar blinked in shock. ::My real name... No one knows my real name! Even I didn't know it...::
The figure turned around, back resting on the railing of the fountain, and Briar got a glimpse of sculpted lips curled up in a smile. "I was there when you needed help, purely by coincidence. I caught a thought-trail and I was following it when I saw the assassin."
Briar's eyebrows raised. "A thought-trail?" The figure coughed. "It doesn't matter."
Briar stashed that piece of information in the back of his brain to puzzle over later. He remained silent for a moment, watching the crystal clear water flowing from the fountain.
Suddenly, the figure swore and bolted upright. "Hate to run off like this..."
Briar started out of his reverie. "Wait! I don't even know your name!"
The figure, already darting through the crowd, stopped and twirled around, sweeping off its hood. Coppery hair flowed out, swishing around a freckled face, and sparkling emerald eyes. "It's Grey!" She, (for it was obviously a girl) bowed extravagantly, and disappeared into an alley.
Briar walked slowly home, puzzling over his day. He passed through the gates of Winding Circle before he remembered Sandry's request.
"Damn!" he swore, but he was too far from the market to pick up and dye now. ::I'll just have to hide for Sandry until she forgets about it, or I can go to the Market again...Whichever comes first.::
When he reached Discipline, he snuck around the back of the cottage, and climbed up to the roof, by way of a trellis. After apologizing to the disturbed roses, he lay back, hoping Sandry hadn't heard him.
No such luck. "Briar!" He jumped at the voice, to see Sandry climbing up onto the roof, looking immaculate as always. Seeing no way of escape, Briar sighed and leaned back. "I'm sorry Sandry. I had business that I had to take care of, and I forgot..." He trailed off at Sandry's puzzled look. "You weren't going to talk about that were you...." He muttered.
Sandry laughed and shook her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Briar Moss. I just wanted to say thank you for the wonderful dye! It's gorgeous! I'm going to make you a new cloak from it!"
Briar blinked at her. "What? What dye?!"
Sandry shrugged. "The cake you left of my bed...." She trailed off as Briar leapt down the ladder and hurried into her room. Sure enough, a cake of scarlet dye sat on the middle of Sandry's bed.
"See? I told you! What's this?" Sandry held up a little scrap of parchement. "This wasn't here before...." She handed it to Briar.
Thought you might be needing this.
~Grey
Midday at the fountain
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Me no own,
So you no sue.
And here's a HUGE thank you to my reviewers:
Keita: the :: things are actions, since my my comp won't let me use **.
Larzdinn: Thank you for the great review!! I love mysteries too.. ^.^
Bunch-o-nuts: I appreciate the reiview!! Thank you so much! ::huggles::
Alrighty! Sorry the last chappy was so short. this one will be longer. I promise.
"I'm going to the market! Tell Rosethorn I'll be back before weed-pulling!" Briar shouted to Sandry, who was spinning on a bench in Discipline's garden.
His housemate nodded, and waved goodbye. "If you see any good red dye, bring some home would you?" Briar nodded and trotted off towards Market Day Square.
When he reached the Market, he browsed for a little bit, keeping a covert eye out for Thatcher.
When he finally spotted the boy, he waved and headed towards his friend. Thatcher, a tall boy several years older than Briar, smiled, eyes sparkling.
"What'cha need, Briar-boy?" he asked jovially. Briar had made friends with Briar a few months ago, when Briar had caught Thatcher with his hand in Briar's belt pouch. Briar had given the boy a gold piece so he wouldn't have to steal anymore.
Now, when Briar was in need information, extra hands, or someone to talk to, he always sought out Thatcher.
Today, Briar made use of Thatcher's skills of observance. "I'm looking for someone." Briar said, after shaking his friend's hand.
Thatcher nodded and leaned against a nearby wall. "Whadda they look like?" he asked, running his fingers through his floppy blond hair.
Briar rubbed his neck. "I never saw their face. They wore all black, hooded cloak and everything. They're about my height, maybe a little shorter, and they can fight with knives."
Thatcher began to grin. "There's only one person in Summersea like that!" He motioned to a little boy standing nearby. "Pins, me friend Briar here wants to know where Grey is. Can you do that?"
The little boy nodded and grinned. "Sure thing." He skipped off, humming.
Thatcher gestured towards a nearby fruit stall. "C'mon Bri. Let's us our paws on a bite to eat while we wait."
Briar was enjoying a berry pie, with Thatcher, when Pins ran up and whispered in Thatcher's ear.
Thatcher nodded. "By the fountain." Briar flipped the Pins a copper, before following Thatcher off.
When they reached the fountain, Briar had to look for a second, before he spotted his target. The figure seemed to melt into the shadows, part darkness itself.
Briar approached warily, hoping the figure wouldn't pull a knife on him, or something equally dangerous. He stepped up next to he figure, leaning casually over the edge of the fountain.
They stood in silence for a moment, the black-clad person made no move to leave, or a sign of recognition, though Briar was sure the figure knew who he was.
"So. Briar Moss. You have found me." The figure continued to watch the water, but Briar got the sense that whoever this person was, they were smiling under their hood.
Briar nodded wordlessly, and noted that Thatcher had slipped away, probably going back to his former business. The figure was dressed the same as yesterday, hood still pulled low over his or her eyes.
Briar cleared his throat. "I wanted to thank you. You sa-"
The figure held up a gloved hand. "I didn't do it for praise. I did it because you needed help. Seeing you and your teacher safe is all the thanks I need."
Briar opened his mouth, then shut it again. "How do you know my name?! And that Rosethorn is my teacher? And how where you right there when I needed your help?"
The figure laughed and Briar noticed that they had a low melodious voice that was enchanting to listen to. "I've taken an interest in you, Briar Moss of Winding Circle, formerly known as Roach of the Lightnings, birth name Darian Kafar."
Briar blinked in shock. ::My real name... No one knows my real name! Even I didn't know it...::
The figure turned around, back resting on the railing of the fountain, and Briar got a glimpse of sculpted lips curled up in a smile. "I was there when you needed help, purely by coincidence. I caught a thought-trail and I was following it when I saw the assassin."
Briar's eyebrows raised. "A thought-trail?" The figure coughed. "It doesn't matter."
Briar stashed that piece of information in the back of his brain to puzzle over later. He remained silent for a moment, watching the crystal clear water flowing from the fountain.
Suddenly, the figure swore and bolted upright. "Hate to run off like this..."
Briar started out of his reverie. "Wait! I don't even know your name!"
The figure, already darting through the crowd, stopped and twirled around, sweeping off its hood. Coppery hair flowed out, swishing around a freckled face, and sparkling emerald eyes. "It's Grey!" She, (for it was obviously a girl) bowed extravagantly, and disappeared into an alley.
Briar walked slowly home, puzzling over his day. He passed through the gates of Winding Circle before he remembered Sandry's request.
"Damn!" he swore, but he was too far from the market to pick up and dye now. ::I'll just have to hide for Sandry until she forgets about it, or I can go to the Market again...Whichever comes first.::
When he reached Discipline, he snuck around the back of the cottage, and climbed up to the roof, by way of a trellis. After apologizing to the disturbed roses, he lay back, hoping Sandry hadn't heard him.
No such luck. "Briar!" He jumped at the voice, to see Sandry climbing up onto the roof, looking immaculate as always. Seeing no way of escape, Briar sighed and leaned back. "I'm sorry Sandry. I had business that I had to take care of, and I forgot..." He trailed off at Sandry's puzzled look. "You weren't going to talk about that were you...." He muttered.
Sandry laughed and shook her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Briar Moss. I just wanted to say thank you for the wonderful dye! It's gorgeous! I'm going to make you a new cloak from it!"
Briar blinked at her. "What? What dye?!"
Sandry shrugged. "The cake you left of my bed...." She trailed off as Briar leapt down the ladder and hurried into her room. Sure enough, a cake of scarlet dye sat on the middle of Sandry's bed.
"See? I told you! What's this?" Sandry held up a little scrap of parchement. "This wasn't here before...." She handed it to Briar.
Thought you might be needing this.
~Grey
Midday at the fountain