No point, no plot, and yet I'm putting this up. Why? Because of my blatant need to prove that Briar and Tris belong together. Yes, I am obssessed. Is that not obvious? But at least it proves to me I am not a total flake. Well, if you have anything T/B, send it to me I guess.






Briar Moss knew with a certainty that he was not used to the fact that his friends had changed. He had met Daja on the way to Winding Circle, a few miles back, and they had rode together back to their former home, talking about what was to come, how they were looking forward to seeing their friends again, for their family to be back together... Daja was strong and lean, and her muscles seemed to ripple with her metal workers strength. She had on gold pendants, and when he had asked about them, she had winked and told him he had to wait. They had teased each other all the way to home. Home. Briar would be home again. He smiled in relief, because even twenty year olds need a home, however independent they may think they are.
At last the gates came into view, it had seemed like a million years, he hadn't had a real talk with the girls for ages... Their mind link had waned with age... They reached the cottage... Briar held his breath... Voices wafted to his ears from outside... He opened the door, Daja stood beside him...
Briar! Daja! The womens' voices resounded from inside the cottage. The first out was Sandry. Both Briar and Daja were subjected to a gigantic hug... Then, out came Lark. The very threads on their backs moved with happiness, and Lark smothered them too. Rosethorn came out next, embraced Briar, then smiled at Daja's greeting. Last came Tris... She looked almost shy for a second, she seemed to blush lightly... Then she hesistated, and in one swoop, drew Sandry, Briar, Daja, Lark and Rosethorn into a huge embrace and smiled happily.
Sandry began, There will be no leaving of each other for at least a year.. I mean it too! Despite her joyful tone, it was easy to see how Sandry had changed. It was simple to see the aura of strength and power that surrounded her like a cloak. Her eyes still shined an easygoing cornflower blue, but her jaw was set stubbornly, and it was clear that she was going to get her way in this. Not that he was against it or anything.
Shall we then? Daja exclaimed, motioning towards Dicipline. I gotta longing for tea that you wouldn't believe...