A/N-Disclaimer: Again, none of these characters are mine, blahblah, but the situations are. Alright, boys and girls! Sit back and relax. Here we go, We return to our story, "A Day For Briar and Daja"
Chapter Two
Daja walked calmly and smoothly to her room. She was jumping inside, but why, she did not know. All she knew was that she was going to spend the day with Briar. Briar was being so casual downstairs and so calm. It was wonderful. Wait, is that normal Briar behavior? Daja quizzed herself over her knowledge of Briar in general. Maybe this was a trick to get her all excited and then make fun of her. She must not let her guard down, no matter what.
She dressed herself in some nicer clothes, but not her best, and looked at her hands. They were dirty and rough, like most of the rest of her. Maybe she could get some plant of Briar and Rosethorn's to use on her dry, cracked hands. In the meantime, she decided to wash them. She still has some water in her wash basin from morning. She quickly splashed her hands in the tube and wiped them dry on her breeches.
What am I worrying for? Daja wondered. It's just Briar! I've seen him every day for the last couple of years and never cared about the dirt on my hands before! This is silly, I'm being silly. Daja let her negative thoughts engulf her mind and make a protective barrier of defense against anything that could harm her emotionally.
Daja was used to always being defensive though, and Briar was, too. In fact, Briar and Daja were having very similar thoughts. Briar paced in the kitchen. What was he doing, had he gone completely mad? He and Daja could barely get along in day-to-day life, how could they manage time alone without getting into a fist fight? He would have to be calm and rational. Even if Daja picked a fight, he shouldn't try to argue with her.
Briar ran his hand through his hair and stopped pacing. Why did he care? This was Daja, not some palace girl, with delicate, soft skin and long articulate fingers. She was common, and mostly on the same level as Briar. They should be able to have fun. Briar had set his mind on having a decent time that day, and so, he would make sure that it be a good day, with or without the cooperation of Daja. Briar stopped pacing as he heard Daja coming down the stairs.
*
A/N: I know it's short, the muse is just not helping me lately, but please r/r!!
Thanks, WildTigerEyes
((P.S. This isn't the end of Chapter Two, it's just the beginning…))
Chapter Two
Daja walked calmly and smoothly to her room. She was jumping inside, but why, she did not know. All she knew was that she was going to spend the day with Briar. Briar was being so casual downstairs and so calm. It was wonderful. Wait, is that normal Briar behavior? Daja quizzed herself over her knowledge of Briar in general. Maybe this was a trick to get her all excited and then make fun of her. She must not let her guard down, no matter what.
She dressed herself in some nicer clothes, but not her best, and looked at her hands. They were dirty and rough, like most of the rest of her. Maybe she could get some plant of Briar and Rosethorn's to use on her dry, cracked hands. In the meantime, she decided to wash them. She still has some water in her wash basin from morning. She quickly splashed her hands in the tube and wiped them dry on her breeches.
What am I worrying for? Daja wondered. It's just Briar! I've seen him every day for the last couple of years and never cared about the dirt on my hands before! This is silly, I'm being silly. Daja let her negative thoughts engulf her mind and make a protective barrier of defense against anything that could harm her emotionally.
Daja was used to always being defensive though, and Briar was, too. In fact, Briar and Daja were having very similar thoughts. Briar paced in the kitchen. What was he doing, had he gone completely mad? He and Daja could barely get along in day-to-day life, how could they manage time alone without getting into a fist fight? He would have to be calm and rational. Even if Daja picked a fight, he shouldn't try to argue with her.
Briar ran his hand through his hair and stopped pacing. Why did he care? This was Daja, not some palace girl, with delicate, soft skin and long articulate fingers. She was common, and mostly on the same level as Briar. They should be able to have fun. Briar had set his mind on having a decent time that day, and so, he would make sure that it be a good day, with or without the cooperation of Daja. Briar stopped pacing as he heard Daja coming down the stairs.
*
A/N: I know it's short, the muse is just not helping me lately, but please r/r!!
Thanks, WildTigerEyes
((P.S. This isn't the end of Chapter Two, it's just the beginning…))