hey people. i didnt read magic steps, so my bad if theres any mistakes. I just thought this would be cute, since i got ideas when briar fed sandry a berry somewhere.
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16 year old Sandry stood up and stretched. After nearly two hours at the loom, her muscles felt like mush. Smoothing her pale pink skirts, she left her weaving and wandered into the main room of Discipline.
Lark looked up from a large pile of paper. "Oh, Sandry! Rosethorn, me, and Tris are going to go to Lightsbridge for a week."
Sandry smiled. "Really? That's wonderful!"
Sighing, Lark said "Niko will drop by a few times, but for the second half of the week he too will be with us. I'm sorry, Sandry, Daja is going to also be with Traders, selling some of her magic boxes."
Raising one eyebrow, Sandry inquired, "So its up to me and Little Bear to take care of things."
Lark grinned. "Make sure Briar actually changes his shirt once in a while. And takes a bath."
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At nightfall, Rosethorn gave her last minute words of threat. "And Briar, if you let the weeds take over..."
He laughed. "You will hang me in the well for three days, I know."
Well, bye! Tris mindspoke finally, then jumped into the wagon. She didnt like being seperated from them, all alone. Daja could do it, so could I.
Lucky Sandry. She got to stay with Briar, who had gotton very...old looking (handsome) ...in the past few years.
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The next morning, Sandry was slicing a loaf of strawberry bread when Briar stumbled out of his room. "Argh! Its morning too soon!"
Sandry laughed. "Just eat your bread!"
Cleaning up after his crumbs, Sandry dragged out her loom. Lark told her to finish it before they came back from Lightsbridge. Fingering the soft, translucent cloth, she sighed. In addition, she had to put a protecting spell in it to prevent "sadness." What a waste of magic.
Drawing her shuttle back and forth made her sleepy. After a few inches of cloth, she slumped over and curled up to rest.
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Brair shook her hard. "Sandry! Wake up!"
Groggily, she complied. "Briar! Why did you wake me?" She yawned. "It was such a lovely ..." Remembering how tightly he had held her in her dream, she stopped. Like that would ever happen.
Briar cocked his head. "Well, its noon and-" he gestured to the room-"you slept because your magic is low."
Checking her storage of power, she found it dwindling weakly. "Aw, catdirt! I must have been working too hard!" Slapping herself on the head, she slumped down onto a chair.
"Well!" Briar said with a happy voice. "You can help me weed! Summer is for weeding and weeding and weeding and weeding and weeding and weeding and weeding and-"
"Fine!"
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Daja, with Frostpine at the Trader's tents, lifted a glowing iron rod out of the makeshift forge. Some horse had lost a shoe, so it was up to her to make one. Sighing, she played with her mind while doing the monotonous work.
The shrill whistle of passing air shocked her out of her daydream. Before she could even gasp, the fire went completely out, leaving a single glowing coal in the center.
"Frostpine?" Daja asked, her voice shaking. Guys, help!
He ran in, and gaped at her white ember. "What the...?"
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Briar watched Sandry pull weeds out of the damp soil. Shurri, she even weeds gracefully! And why was he setting hopes on her, his friend? Wasn't she a powerful noblewoman, and he just a former street rat, Roach?
He could still remember that dream of his, last night. He could still imagine the feel of her skin, the way she said words that rolled off so casually to be...charming. Extremely charming. But why even dream?
Niko wandered into the gate, and Little Bear nearly knocked him over. "Down!"
Briar walked over. "Niko, if you were drained of power, would you keep working anyway?" he glared at Sandry.
"No!"
"Then Sandry-" he looked over at her-" should continue doing wonderful tasks such as weeding and exercising, right?"
"Briar!" Sandry exclaimed. "You're right, get over it!"
Niko grinned, then paled as he saw the shambles of the garden. "Well, have to go!" Scurrying down the path, he escaped the dog and went to his horse.
Briar whispered, "He just doesn't want to be pulled into weeding." Sandry giggled.
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Sandry bit back the urge to shiver. He had leaned so close to her ear, and the feel of his breath was overwhelming.
Smiling and retreating quickly, Sandry practically ran away. "Well, um...Im going to go to the roof for a while." She glanced at him hesitantly, then bounded into Discipline.
Briar's heart sank. She hated him, he could just tell! Maybe if he talked to her later...he would see her on the roof after he finished pruning these hedges...
Daja? Guys, help!
What? he asked.
Ahhh! I made another thing! Damn, Frostpines going to scorch me! Then, she ended the conversation and disappeared. Then, quickly returning, she added, Oh, since Sandry's settling on the roof, Tris wants to tell her its going to rain in a few minutes.
Briar thought to himself, why isnt Tris talking to Sandry?
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The traders stood motionless at Daja's forge. Frostpine had checked and rechecked her creation. His dark eyes were stretched wide open, and he had sweat dripping down his face.
"Daja?" he said, voice muted.
Looking up nervously, Daja cleared her throat. "Yeh?" Trying again, she succeded. "Yes?"
"Do you know how much this is worth?"
"I dont even know waht it is!"
Frostpine sighed. "Its called an Everglow, spelled to give off light and/or heat for many years. Daja, dont you even remember how you did this so easily?!"
The traders clamored. "We will buy it!"
Not again. At least Daja wasnt still trangshi.
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Reclining on the thatched straw, Sandry fell asleep almost immediately. Her magic was severely depleated, and exhaustion came with that problem. Napping on the roof was just the thing she needed.
A few minues later, fat drops of rain streamed down onto her hair. Sitting up with a gasp, Sandry saw black rainclouds over head. She herself was already soaked from drizzling rain. Picking up her plastered skirts, she shivered violently. It was freezing!
Climbing from the roof to the attic, she saw Briar waiting for her with a blanket. "Figured you might need this. Sleet is only on the way," he drawled, emerald eyes sparkling mischieviously. He hoped deeply that she would pass his red flush off for sunburn.
Shaking, Sandry decended over the boxes to him. Wrapping the blanket around her, Briar felt uncomfortably close. He practically had his arms around her, along with the wool. Evidently she felt that way too, since she blushed and stiffened within the circle of his arms.
Slowly, in case she didnt like it, Briar lowered his head down to Sandry's slightly parted lips...........
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k guys, hate it or like it? if you guys hate it i wont continue, but otherwise...im threatening you with my fics!
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16 year old Sandry stood up and stretched. After nearly two hours at the loom, her muscles felt like mush. Smoothing her pale pink skirts, she left her weaving and wandered into the main room of Discipline.
Lark looked up from a large pile of paper. "Oh, Sandry! Rosethorn, me, and Tris are going to go to Lightsbridge for a week."
Sandry smiled. "Really? That's wonderful!"
Sighing, Lark said "Niko will drop by a few times, but for the second half of the week he too will be with us. I'm sorry, Sandry, Daja is going to also be with Traders, selling some of her magic boxes."
Raising one eyebrow, Sandry inquired, "So its up to me and Little Bear to take care of things."
Lark grinned. "Make sure Briar actually changes his shirt once in a while. And takes a bath."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At nightfall, Rosethorn gave her last minute words of threat. "And Briar, if you let the weeds take over..."
He laughed. "You will hang me in the well for three days, I know."
Well, bye! Tris mindspoke finally, then jumped into the wagon. She didnt like being seperated from them, all alone. Daja could do it, so could I.
Lucky Sandry. She got to stay with Briar, who had gotton very...old looking (handsome) ...in the past few years.
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The next morning, Sandry was slicing a loaf of strawberry bread when Briar stumbled out of his room. "Argh! Its morning too soon!"
Sandry laughed. "Just eat your bread!"
Cleaning up after his crumbs, Sandry dragged out her loom. Lark told her to finish it before they came back from Lightsbridge. Fingering the soft, translucent cloth, she sighed. In addition, she had to put a protecting spell in it to prevent "sadness." What a waste of magic.
Drawing her shuttle back and forth made her sleepy. After a few inches of cloth, she slumped over and curled up to rest.
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Brair shook her hard. "Sandry! Wake up!"
Groggily, she complied. "Briar! Why did you wake me?" She yawned. "It was such a lovely ..." Remembering how tightly he had held her in her dream, she stopped. Like that would ever happen.
Briar cocked his head. "Well, its noon and-" he gestured to the room-"you slept because your magic is low."
Checking her storage of power, she found it dwindling weakly. "Aw, catdirt! I must have been working too hard!" Slapping herself on the head, she slumped down onto a chair.
"Well!" Briar said with a happy voice. "You can help me weed! Summer is for weeding and weeding and weeding and weeding and weeding and weeding and weeding and-"
"Fine!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Daja, with Frostpine at the Trader's tents, lifted a glowing iron rod out of the makeshift forge. Some horse had lost a shoe, so it was up to her to make one. Sighing, she played with her mind while doing the monotonous work.
The shrill whistle of passing air shocked her out of her daydream. Before she could even gasp, the fire went completely out, leaving a single glowing coal in the center.
"Frostpine?" Daja asked, her voice shaking. Guys, help!
He ran in, and gaped at her white ember. "What the...?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Briar watched Sandry pull weeds out of the damp soil. Shurri, she even weeds gracefully! And why was he setting hopes on her, his friend? Wasn't she a powerful noblewoman, and he just a former street rat, Roach?
He could still remember that dream of his, last night. He could still imagine the feel of her skin, the way she said words that rolled off so casually to be...charming. Extremely charming. But why even dream?
Niko wandered into the gate, and Little Bear nearly knocked him over. "Down!"
Briar walked over. "Niko, if you were drained of power, would you keep working anyway?" he glared at Sandry.
"No!"
"Then Sandry-" he looked over at her-" should continue doing wonderful tasks such as weeding and exercising, right?"
"Briar!" Sandry exclaimed. "You're right, get over it!"
Niko grinned, then paled as he saw the shambles of the garden. "Well, have to go!" Scurrying down the path, he escaped the dog and went to his horse.
Briar whispered, "He just doesn't want to be pulled into weeding." Sandry giggled.
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Sandry bit back the urge to shiver. He had leaned so close to her ear, and the feel of his breath was overwhelming.
Smiling and retreating quickly, Sandry practically ran away. "Well, um...Im going to go to the roof for a while." She glanced at him hesitantly, then bounded into Discipline.
Briar's heart sank. She hated him, he could just tell! Maybe if he talked to her later...he would see her on the roof after he finished pruning these hedges...
Daja? Guys, help!
What? he asked.
Ahhh! I made another thing! Damn, Frostpines going to scorch me! Then, she ended the conversation and disappeared. Then, quickly returning, she added, Oh, since Sandry's settling on the roof, Tris wants to tell her its going to rain in a few minutes.
Briar thought to himself, why isnt Tris talking to Sandry?
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The traders stood motionless at Daja's forge. Frostpine had checked and rechecked her creation. His dark eyes were stretched wide open, and he had sweat dripping down his face.
"Daja?" he said, voice muted.
Looking up nervously, Daja cleared her throat. "Yeh?" Trying again, she succeded. "Yes?"
"Do you know how much this is worth?"
"I dont even know waht it is!"
Frostpine sighed. "Its called an Everglow, spelled to give off light and/or heat for many years. Daja, dont you even remember how you did this so easily?!"
The traders clamored. "We will buy it!"
Not again. At least Daja wasnt still trangshi.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reclining on the thatched straw, Sandry fell asleep almost immediately. Her magic was severely depleated, and exhaustion came with that problem. Napping on the roof was just the thing she needed.
A few minues later, fat drops of rain streamed down onto her hair. Sitting up with a gasp, Sandry saw black rainclouds over head. She herself was already soaked from drizzling rain. Picking up her plastered skirts, she shivered violently. It was freezing!
Climbing from the roof to the attic, she saw Briar waiting for her with a blanket. "Figured you might need this. Sleet is only on the way," he drawled, emerald eyes sparkling mischieviously. He hoped deeply that she would pass his red flush off for sunburn.
Shaking, Sandry decended over the boxes to him. Wrapping the blanket around her, Briar felt uncomfortably close. He practically had his arms around her, along with the wool. Evidently she felt that way too, since she blushed and stiffened within the circle of his arms.
Slowly, in case she didnt like it, Briar lowered his head down to Sandry's slightly parted lips...........
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k guys, hate it or like it? if you guys hate it i wont continue, but otherwise...im threatening you with my fics!