Tris sighed, sitting up in bed. She couldn't get to sleep, so
she walked over to her window, which she always kept open. She leaned out
and closed her eyes, letting the wind swirl around her and toss her hair,
twirling the hair between its fingers and letting it loose, tousling it
even more than it was from Tris's tossing and turning from earlier, in
attempts to get asleep. The weather-mage breathed in deeply, then thought,
'This is where I belong. Out with thw winds, not cooped up, sandwiched
between stone and wood.' She pulled her head back in and shut the window.
Tris looked around for a moment, then decided she wouldn't need anything.
She was going out.
Tris was careful to be quiet as she climed the ladder to get on the roof. She didn't want anyone waking her up and stopping her, or following her. She wanted to be alone. She finally got to the top, where she laid bach on the straw roof and closed her eyes, letting the cool wind caress her face and tug at her clothes, insisting that she join it. SHe was letting her mind wander, she was becoming the wind, when suddenly, she heard someone moving below her. At first she thought it might be Rosethorn or Lark, or one of her foster-siblings, but then she realized that the noise was moving twoards the house, not like someone was going out, like someone was trying to get in.
Enraged that someone would think of sneaking inside Discipline in the middle of the night, she sent a gust of wind down, and heard someone being knowcked to the ground. Knowing she wouldn't have time to climb back down and get out, she jumped off of the roof, sending strong gusts of wind to support her and break her fall. She landed with a thud on the pathway, seeing a dark figure starting to rise on the pathway ahead of her. She stepped forward, expecting to see a kitcen helper or a teenaged novice. Instead she saw a young boy, who seemed to be about her age. As he groaned Tris's anger faded into shock. "Briar?' she whispered furiously, walking over to help him up. "What are you doing out here so late at night?" Briar rubbed his back/ "I could ask the same of you, she-who-reings-in-knocking- people-down".
Tris was glad it was dark; she was sure that the blush that rose to her face was shining through the veil of darkness, however. "I'm sorry about that," she apologized, "but I thought you were a burgler or something." Briar let out a quiet snort. "Well, in a way, you were right," Briar said, reffering to his life as a street-rat before Niko had found him. "I was just coming back from a walk, I needed some fresh air, and I wanted to see how the plants were doing," he informed her. "Now, what were you doing up, and on the roof of all things." Briar looked at her expectantly, and Tris realized how stupid her answer was. "Felling the wind?' she thought to her self. 'I sound pathectic. But then what should I say?' Finally she broke the silence. "I needed some fresh air too, and I thought it would be peaceful up there. ANd it was. Before you came. " Part of that was true, at least. Briar shuffled his feet. "I couldn't sleep," he mumbled. "Neither could I," said Tris softly.
Neither of them spoke for a few senconds, then Briar looked up from his feet to Tris. "I wanted to say thank you...for today, you know. I would've gotten hurt if I had just fell..." "What do you mean?" Tris snapped. Briar stared. "When...I fell off the roof...earlier today...the wind broke my fall" Hearinf Tris silence Briar scoffed. "Oh, come one. You didn't think I wouldn't know it was you, did you? I felt your power, just like I did just now." Tris turned a birhgter shade of red and mumbled,"Well, you would've gotten hurt. Maybe broken your arm, or leg, or landed in some briars..." she giggled, realizing what she'd just said. They both erupted into laughter, stuffing their fisrts in their mouths to keep from waking people up. When they had composed themselves they walked back inside, leaving to go to their own seperate rooms. When Tris was snuggled up in bed, she heard Briar whisper throught her mind. "Good Night, Coppercurls'
Tris was careful to be quiet as she climed the ladder to get on the roof. She didn't want anyone waking her up and stopping her, or following her. She wanted to be alone. She finally got to the top, where she laid bach on the straw roof and closed her eyes, letting the cool wind caress her face and tug at her clothes, insisting that she join it. SHe was letting her mind wander, she was becoming the wind, when suddenly, she heard someone moving below her. At first she thought it might be Rosethorn or Lark, or one of her foster-siblings, but then she realized that the noise was moving twoards the house, not like someone was going out, like someone was trying to get in.
Enraged that someone would think of sneaking inside Discipline in the middle of the night, she sent a gust of wind down, and heard someone being knowcked to the ground. Knowing she wouldn't have time to climb back down and get out, she jumped off of the roof, sending strong gusts of wind to support her and break her fall. She landed with a thud on the pathway, seeing a dark figure starting to rise on the pathway ahead of her. She stepped forward, expecting to see a kitcen helper or a teenaged novice. Instead she saw a young boy, who seemed to be about her age. As he groaned Tris's anger faded into shock. "Briar?' she whispered furiously, walking over to help him up. "What are you doing out here so late at night?" Briar rubbed his back/ "I could ask the same of you, she-who-reings-in-knocking- people-down".
Tris was glad it was dark; she was sure that the blush that rose to her face was shining through the veil of darkness, however. "I'm sorry about that," she apologized, "but I thought you were a burgler or something." Briar let out a quiet snort. "Well, in a way, you were right," Briar said, reffering to his life as a street-rat before Niko had found him. "I was just coming back from a walk, I needed some fresh air, and I wanted to see how the plants were doing," he informed her. "Now, what were you doing up, and on the roof of all things." Briar looked at her expectantly, and Tris realized how stupid her answer was. "Felling the wind?' she thought to her self. 'I sound pathectic. But then what should I say?' Finally she broke the silence. "I needed some fresh air too, and I thought it would be peaceful up there. ANd it was. Before you came. " Part of that was true, at least. Briar shuffled his feet. "I couldn't sleep," he mumbled. "Neither could I," said Tris softly.
Neither of them spoke for a few senconds, then Briar looked up from his feet to Tris. "I wanted to say thank you...for today, you know. I would've gotten hurt if I had just fell..." "What do you mean?" Tris snapped. Briar stared. "When...I fell off the roof...earlier today...the wind broke my fall" Hearinf Tris silence Briar scoffed. "Oh, come one. You didn't think I wouldn't know it was you, did you? I felt your power, just like I did just now." Tris turned a birhgter shade of red and mumbled,"Well, you would've gotten hurt. Maybe broken your arm, or leg, or landed in some briars..." she giggled, realizing what she'd just said. They both erupted into laughter, stuffing their fisrts in their mouths to keep from waking people up. When they had composed themselves they walked back inside, leaving to go to their own seperate rooms. When Tris was snuggled up in bed, she heard Briar whisper throught her mind. "Good Night, Coppercurls'