Okay, so I'm lazy, and I happen to be addicted to my couples, and there is so obviously something between Briar and Tris, its not funny. While I find contests stupid and pointless, damnit, I'm desperate for some new Tris and Briar material, so I suppose I can deal with it... So there, if anyone is reading this, which I severely hope they are, this is now a contest. Thank you. If you want to contact me, do so at Makeumolbilus@hotmail.com

Circle of Magic, and the characters within belong to tamora pierce.
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It was a clear day, and the sunlight filtered down softly on the buildings of Winding Circle. A young woman stood, her posture erect and commanding, but there was a hint of softness as well. Red curls tumbled from the top of her head, to frame her pale face gently. She was a plump one, but her gentle curves seemed to fit her, adding to her beauty. Stormy gray eyes reflected intelligence, and spectacles sat on the bridge of her long nose, her lips were curved in a happy smile.
Trisana Chandler threw a dirty look towards the sky, willing it to be stormy, but nothing came. She grumbled about the weather, as it was still just as much of a personal insult as before. She was facing a cottage in fact, her old cottage, discipline. She was so happy to see it, but so afraid. What if her friends had changed? What if they didn't like her anymore? What if... Her worried thoughts were interrupted by the door flinging open, and a blonde missile shooting towards her. The other girl's voice rang in the air, and she jumped in the air, planting a gigantic hug on her friend.
You're here! Finally! I was so worried, you seemed so angry when you left... I... Well... I thought you might not come back! Lady Sandrylene fa Toren smiled up at her taller friend, her cornflower blue eyes glowing, especially as her hug was returned. Well, you know me, Tris began as Sandry nodded, I simply overreacted to Niko sending me abroad. It was hard for me to leave my only home... She could feel a few tears building in her eyes. Sandry, noticing this, hugged her friend even harder, trying to walk backwards into the house. Shh.. Let's not talk about things like that. Remember, we're your family. Any ways, Lark and Rosethorne are waiting for you. The others haven't come back yet. It is such a relief seeing you. Soon, we'll all be back together! Oh, I have so much to tell you, so much stuff has happened.
She let go of her friend, grabbing her by the hand and leading her into the cottage. There Tris was attacked by a short dark skinned woman, who hugged her so hard she could barely breath. Lark, please... Lark, I'm glad to see you too, but I really need to breath now... Lark! Tris whispered. Called the other women. Lark gently let go. Hello, Rosethorne. It's good to see you again. The auburn haired woman smiled a response. This, however, was a feat, as dedicate Rosethorne was one of the most prickly women ever.
With Sandry trailing behind, Tris investigated the cottage where she had spent her happiest years. First she examined the kitchen, murmuring praise that it had been left just the way she remembered it. Then she checked the parlor, then all of the rooms. When she was done, Lark and Rosethorne had a steaming pot of tea ready, and they all sat in the parlor, ready to catch up.
You've have done a good job with the place. Tris said with a smile. It's just the way I remember it! You didn't even change our rooms! Oh, Thank you so much! We couldn't have had it any other way, you know that! Lark looked up quickly, only to see two tall figures at the door. Briar! Daja! Everyone called.