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"Niko!" Briar whined. "Do we haveta stay here?"
The Mage raised his greying eyebrows in mock surprise. "What? Our Briar being picky?"
The boy laughed. "Yeah, I know." Grinning in dismay, he groaned. "Don't i just sound like a bleater?"
Niko did sigh once. "Briar, i know they tease you "Plant Boy," its just that...i need to do some work here first."
"Fine. As long as we get to visit the others after this." He hadn't seen the girls in over a year. After all, Tris was at Lightsbridge, and Sandry with her uncle the Duke while traveling to distant courts.
"Its a deal."
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Briar stood in the herb workshop, mixing chrysanthemums and holly for rash salve. Sadly, he sighed at stared at the horrible mess he was making in the dish. "For a seventeen year old, I do a pretty bad job here."
For one year, he had been traveling with Niko to various places, since Rosethorn was currently working on a potion that would test for poison. She and Crane were- for the moment- at peace, so much in fact that Crane was taking much more care of his appearance.
"If he knew I saw his hidden feelings, he didnt mention anything," Briar talked softly to himself.
Briar sighed again, bored. Now, Niko had disappeared, leaving Briar with endless mashing and pounding of herbs. And while he was wearing his nicer clothes, a long sleeved white silk shirt, linen pants, and a leather belt embroidered in silk. Well, compared to the splendor of the court, it wasn't too good, but to him it was fancy.
Loud, confident footsteps paused outside the door. It opened, revealing three seventeen year old nobleborn.
They grinned, clearly mocking him. "You there, plant mage, can you give us some poultices for bruises?"
Briar scowled. "Why for? You weak boys dont need nothing for those bumps." He thickened his street accent to bother them, although Rosethorn had taught him properly. Those bleaters were such sissies, needing bruise balm for barely any reason. In Hatar, they would have died out as children.
As he gathered the leaves needed, the boys stood around and joked about him. Soft taps sounded outside the door, which then opened slowly. The nobles gasped. "There she is, the loveliest lady at court!"
"Whomever is betrothed to her is the luckiest person in the continent!"
"I wish that could happen to me."
"Me too."
"Me too."
Briar, with his back to the door, could hear the silly boys assemble themselves and bow courteously. "Lady Sandrilene," they murmered.
Turning around sharply in shock, Briar nearly spilled his poultices. Standing in the doorway was a lovely girl, bedecked in rose pink silk. As he stared, wondering, he saw the delicate silver embroideries at her collar and hem, and the delicate scarves tied to her elbow length sleeves that decended to the ground.
She gasped, her blue eyes opening wide. "Briar? Its you!" The noble boys stiffened and managed not to look at him. Instead, they kept their eyes on the floor.
With an unrestrained cry, Sandry ran forward despite her skirts and threw her arms around Briar's neck. "Briar!" Her lesser height forced her feet to leave the ground. The force of her collision caused them to spin around in a circle.
"Sandry?" Briar whispered, unbelieving. He set her down, keeping both of her hands in his. "Sandry!"
She grinned. The nobles just gaped.
"When did you get here? How...?"
"I have to talk later, the gardens? I just came over when i realized you were here! Uncle is waiting!" With that, she hugged him once more. Lov- , she added, then blushed and ran out the door.
Feeling his face warm, Briar turned back to the nobleborn. The stood staring, in shock from the scene.
One of them cleared their throat. "You are lucky."
The others followed suit. "She loves you."
"How do you do it?"
Briar laughed nervously. "What? Thats just my ...friend, Sandry." The boys picked up on that pause and just grinned.
They gestured to the pink scarf nearly wrapped around his neck. Briar unwound it sheepishly. "Always losing her things," he murmered.
From that day on, the boys invited him to their activities. There he was treated as an equal, if not higher ranking.
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Kinda boring yeah? oh well, if anyone responds i will keep writing
and review!!! please?
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"Niko!" Briar whined. "Do we haveta stay here?"
The Mage raised his greying eyebrows in mock surprise. "What? Our Briar being picky?"
The boy laughed. "Yeah, I know." Grinning in dismay, he groaned. "Don't i just sound like a bleater?"
Niko did sigh once. "Briar, i know they tease you "Plant Boy," its just that...i need to do some work here first."
"Fine. As long as we get to visit the others after this." He hadn't seen the girls in over a year. After all, Tris was at Lightsbridge, and Sandry with her uncle the Duke while traveling to distant courts.
"Its a deal."
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Briar stood in the herb workshop, mixing chrysanthemums and holly for rash salve. Sadly, he sighed at stared at the horrible mess he was making in the dish. "For a seventeen year old, I do a pretty bad job here."
For one year, he had been traveling with Niko to various places, since Rosethorn was currently working on a potion that would test for poison. She and Crane were- for the moment- at peace, so much in fact that Crane was taking much more care of his appearance.
"If he knew I saw his hidden feelings, he didnt mention anything," Briar talked softly to himself.
Briar sighed again, bored. Now, Niko had disappeared, leaving Briar with endless mashing and pounding of herbs. And while he was wearing his nicer clothes, a long sleeved white silk shirt, linen pants, and a leather belt embroidered in silk. Well, compared to the splendor of the court, it wasn't too good, but to him it was fancy.
Loud, confident footsteps paused outside the door. It opened, revealing three seventeen year old nobleborn.
They grinned, clearly mocking him. "You there, plant mage, can you give us some poultices for bruises?"
Briar scowled. "Why for? You weak boys dont need nothing for those bumps." He thickened his street accent to bother them, although Rosethorn had taught him properly. Those bleaters were such sissies, needing bruise balm for barely any reason. In Hatar, they would have died out as children.
As he gathered the leaves needed, the boys stood around and joked about him. Soft taps sounded outside the door, which then opened slowly. The nobles gasped. "There she is, the loveliest lady at court!"
"Whomever is betrothed to her is the luckiest person in the continent!"
"I wish that could happen to me."
"Me too."
"Me too."
Briar, with his back to the door, could hear the silly boys assemble themselves and bow courteously. "Lady Sandrilene," they murmered.
Turning around sharply in shock, Briar nearly spilled his poultices. Standing in the doorway was a lovely girl, bedecked in rose pink silk. As he stared, wondering, he saw the delicate silver embroideries at her collar and hem, and the delicate scarves tied to her elbow length sleeves that decended to the ground.
She gasped, her blue eyes opening wide. "Briar? Its you!" The noble boys stiffened and managed not to look at him. Instead, they kept their eyes on the floor.
With an unrestrained cry, Sandry ran forward despite her skirts and threw her arms around Briar's neck. "Briar!" Her lesser height forced her feet to leave the ground. The force of her collision caused them to spin around in a circle.
"Sandry?" Briar whispered, unbelieving. He set her down, keeping both of her hands in his. "Sandry!"
She grinned. The nobles just gaped.
"When did you get here? How...?"
"I have to talk later, the gardens? I just came over when i realized you were here! Uncle is waiting!" With that, she hugged him once more. Lov- , she added, then blushed and ran out the door.
Feeling his face warm, Briar turned back to the nobleborn. The stood staring, in shock from the scene.
One of them cleared their throat. "You are lucky."
The others followed suit. "She loves you."
"How do you do it?"
Briar laughed nervously. "What? Thats just my ...friend, Sandry." The boys picked up on that pause and just grinned.
They gestured to the pink scarf nearly wrapped around his neck. Briar unwound it sheepishly. "Always losing her things," he murmered.
From that day on, the boys invited him to their activities. There he was treated as an equal, if not higher ranking.
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Kinda boring yeah? oh well, if anyone responds i will keep writing