hey guys! please review! and yes, im feeling mushy today, and shaddap i know its ooc but its more fun this way
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"Sandry! Briar!" Lark exclaimed, putting down her loom. Hugging each of her former charges, she smiled welcomingly. "Well. Its been a while, hasn't it?"
Sandry grinned. "Lark! Where's Pasco?" she asked, peering around the corner.
Her teacher frowned slightly. "Gone, for now. I wouldn't go near his stuff, he has catch spells put anywhere. Even the door, try not to touch that, i had to free Little Bear about four times."
"Wheres Rosethorn?"
"Briar, shes at the Greenhouse. Don't bother her," Lark added, her eyes twinkling. Briar caught her drift and winked at Sandry.
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"Briar!" Sandry shrieked. He only tightened his grasp on her hand as they whipped through the trees.
"Hang on to your stuff!" he yelled gleefully, picking up the pace. Dragging her into a clearing, he dropped his basket and grabbed her around the waist. Swinging her around energetically, he nearly bopped her head on a tree branch. She held up her hands and caught a branch.
"Hey, Briar, hold for a sec," she said. When he put her down, she showed him her closed fists. "There are wild strawberries growing up there, on the willowbark."
Kissing her nose lightly, he chucked. "Clever girl." Deciding to assert himself, he swept her in a low dip, lifting her feet off the ground. "Milady?"
Squealing, she twisted and used inertia to flip them over. Rolling down the forest floor, they hit a bump, then landed painfully against the large willowbark. "Ow!" Briar yelped. "Sandry, are you trying to kill me?"
Laughing, she pulled him down over her. "Gotcha back!" Then, more concerned, "Are you alright?" He groaned, but watched her anyway.
Gods, she was beautiful. Her long, golden brown hair flowed down her shoulders to her hips, and her wide dark fringed eyes were offset by the deep emerald moss that cushioned her head. Leaning down to kiss her, Sandry's silky hands pulled him down.
Every place they touched seemed to be on fire, from his lips on hers to where his body was leaning directly on hers. His heart pumping fast, all he could taste was the sweetness of her lips and her hands on his face.
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They had collected enough in the little time they had actually gathered willowbark to have a substantial offering to Rosethorn. Briar knocked on her workroom door. "Rosethorn? You in there?"
"Yeah."
Walking in, Briar nearly fell over in surprise. What was up with her? From the new makeup to the silver clip in her cropped hair, she was turning into...a girl? Thinking of Crane, he grinned.
Sandry smiled. "Where's Crane?"
Rosethorn blushed slightly, an extremely rare occurance. "Greenhouse," she said tartly. "Boy, is this all you got?"
Grinning, he nodded. "Sure."
Lark knocked on the door. "Sorry, but you're all going to have to be in the attic tonight. Pasco," she scowled, "is still at the Weavinghouse, and doesn't 'feel' like dismantling his spells."
"That's fine," Briar said innocently.
Sandry smiled. "I guess we'll manage, Lark."
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"Sandry! Briar!" Lark exclaimed, putting down her loom. Hugging each of her former charges, she smiled welcomingly. "Well. Its been a while, hasn't it?"
Sandry grinned. "Lark! Where's Pasco?" she asked, peering around the corner.
Her teacher frowned slightly. "Gone, for now. I wouldn't go near his stuff, he has catch spells put anywhere. Even the door, try not to touch that, i had to free Little Bear about four times."
"Wheres Rosethorn?"
"Briar, shes at the Greenhouse. Don't bother her," Lark added, her eyes twinkling. Briar caught her drift and winked at Sandry.
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"Briar!" Sandry shrieked. He only tightened his grasp on her hand as they whipped through the trees.
"Hang on to your stuff!" he yelled gleefully, picking up the pace. Dragging her into a clearing, he dropped his basket and grabbed her around the waist. Swinging her around energetically, he nearly bopped her head on a tree branch. She held up her hands and caught a branch.
"Hey, Briar, hold for a sec," she said. When he put her down, she showed him her closed fists. "There are wild strawberries growing up there, on the willowbark."
Kissing her nose lightly, he chucked. "Clever girl." Deciding to assert himself, he swept her in a low dip, lifting her feet off the ground. "Milady?"
Squealing, she twisted and used inertia to flip them over. Rolling down the forest floor, they hit a bump, then landed painfully against the large willowbark. "Ow!" Briar yelped. "Sandry, are you trying to kill me?"
Laughing, she pulled him down over her. "Gotcha back!" Then, more concerned, "Are you alright?" He groaned, but watched her anyway.
Gods, she was beautiful. Her long, golden brown hair flowed down her shoulders to her hips, and her wide dark fringed eyes were offset by the deep emerald moss that cushioned her head. Leaning down to kiss her, Sandry's silky hands pulled him down.
Every place they touched seemed to be on fire, from his lips on hers to where his body was leaning directly on hers. His heart pumping fast, all he could taste was the sweetness of her lips and her hands on his face.
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They had collected enough in the little time they had actually gathered willowbark to have a substantial offering to Rosethorn. Briar knocked on her workroom door. "Rosethorn? You in there?"
"Yeah."
Walking in, Briar nearly fell over in surprise. What was up with her? From the new makeup to the silver clip in her cropped hair, she was turning into...a girl? Thinking of Crane, he grinned.
Sandry smiled. "Where's Crane?"
Rosethorn blushed slightly, an extremely rare occurance. "Greenhouse," she said tartly. "Boy, is this all you got?"
Grinning, he nodded. "Sure."
Lark knocked on the door. "Sorry, but you're all going to have to be in the attic tonight. Pasco," she scowled, "is still at the Weavinghouse, and doesn't 'feel' like dismantling his spells."
"That's fine," Briar said innocently.
Sandry smiled. "I guess we'll manage, Lark."
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