**Yay! New chapter! **…..** r thoughts. :~……~: mind speech. Right to chapter 2!!**
Sandry was feeling sick… "Stop the carriage!" she yelled. The yell woke every one up in the carriage and even a few people outside. It immediately stopped, for no one refuses a noble, and Sandry jumped out, breathing deeply to stop herself from doing a very unlady-like thing.
"Is everything alright miss?" asked the driver. Sandry held her hand up meant to say just a moment.
She swallowed deeply and said, "Yes, yes. I'm fine. I think I'll just ride on my horse for a while." Lark and a few others who knew why she was riding on her horse, were trying to hide their laughter under their hands. Sandry was about to spin to glare at them when Briar said, "Just couldn't keep that food down, now could ya?" She twisted around the other way, very fast, having a very good remark for Briar when she lost her balance and fell off her horse, falling into the mud. She got up, dusted off her dress as regally as she could, and through herself back into the saddle. Everyone was trying to control his or her laughter. Sandry looked around her, then down at her dress, and started to giggle. Pretty soon the whole group was laughing and they continued on their way.
Their first stop, noble something-or-other's manor, Sandry changed into another dress, needing to be presentable when she was introduced to the lord and lady of the court.
**I don't think I'll ever live that down.** Sandry thought as she changed her dress. **Owell, at least this trip won't be a total drag, something interesting is bound to happen…**
She emerged from the room in a light blue dress, with a clear white shift over top. Her hair was in braids wrapped around her head, and she was ready to presented to Lord and Lady Farthington, and their son, River. Sandry took a deep breath, and walked down the hall, her head high.
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:~ Hey Daj'!~: someone said, :~you look sad, what's wrong?~: It was Tris. Daja sighed and turned toward her usually grumpy friend.
:~Nothing, just…. well, aren't you a little jealous of Sandry, with all those noble-bread boys surrounding her?~:
:~Oh sure, of COURSE I am. But I don't let that ruin my fun. I'm used to it. But why are you worrying? Don't you have a certain someone back at the circle? I think you know whom I'm talking about….~: Daja turned a light shade of pink.
:~Kirel?~: asked Daja, when Tris raised an eyebrow, Daja turned a darker shade of red. :~ I don't think he even notices me…..~: Tris looked at her doubtfully. :~Well, what about you? I've seen the way some of the boys here look at you to.~: Daja countered.
:~Oh I know, I'm just all these boys can think about these days.~: Daja giggled and Tris smiled. Pretty soon they were laughing about all sorts of things, which was a change from the grumpiness both had been in during the trip.
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Sandry looked longingly at Daja and Tris, laughing so heartily at the lower table. She sighed and looked back at the young men that were all talking to her at once. **Smile and nod, smile and nod…** they were awfully nice and were too prim for Sandry's tastes. Most were really full of themselves. **How will I get out of this?** Sandry thought, searching for an exit, sighing again when she found none.
"Lady Sandrilene?" said a voice. She looked up to see a beautifully brown set of eyes.
"Y-yes?" she stammered, which was very un-like of her.
"I am Sir River Farthington." He said with a little bow. "Would you like to dance?"
Sandry smiled slightly and nodded, "I would love to," she got up and took his arm, as he led her to the dance floor. **Well, at least I'll get in a good dance, or two…..**
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Briar Moss stood in a corner of shadow, contemplating (ooo, biiig word) on what he should do. He saw Sandry dancing with someone, and Sandry looked like she was enjoying herself for once, and Daj' and Tris laughing *very* loudly. **Where should I go…??** He walked around, and found himself wandering toward the gardens. **These are beautiful, I should get Rosethorn.** he thought, but decided against it. She was having a fun time inside. Briar was admiring the flowers when he heard a soft sound. When he got closer, his sneaking thief-skills became useful as he crept toward the sound. The sound turned into whimpering, and finally a full-fledged cry. The person, a girl, he could tell from the sobs, was obviously in much pain. Briar began to run toward the sound, trying to find where she was. Suddenly, obviously to both of their surprise, he turned the right corner and came crashing into a bench placed poorly where no one behind a bush could see. He stumbled and fell on the ground onto the person feet. The girl, too startled to continue to cry, began to giggle. Briar, very much embarrassed at this point, decided to get up. He glared at the girl, still guffawing over his fall, straightened and began to walk away.
"Wait!" called the girl, in between giggles. "Come back, I'm sorry.." the girl. Over Briar's fall, remembered her previous troubles, and started to sniffle.
Briar, being the most nice and gentlemanly person he is, walked back to comfort the crying girl.
**Teeheehee! Evil me. That's where I'll leave it to make you read summore! ~CJ~**
