"No. Absolutely not. There is no way-" Tris interuppted. "But I HAVE
to! Niko said..." "I don't CARE what Niko said!" Rosethorn snapped, earning
a scowl of dissapproval from Lark. "There is no way I'm-WE'RE- letting you
handle a stom. EVEN IF it was just a little thing," she added, closing
Tris's mouth sullenly. "WHICH, it's not," she continued. "Whatever Niko
said, I'm sure he didn't tell you to kill yourself. I thought you learned
your lessons about messing with Nature. This is NOT any different," she
said, seeing the girl start to protest.
Lark moved forward. She put a hand reassuringly on Tris' shoulder. "What Rosethorn is TRYING to say," she started with a sharp glance to the dedicate in subject. "is that we don't want you to get hurt. You know this is too big for you to handle...by yourself, at least," Tris looked up, confused. Rosethorn looked just as confused. "What's this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Tris' house-mates were also curious.
'What's she talking about?' Daja asked, just outside the door. Sandry, too dignified to eavesdrop, sat on a stool as Daja and Brair told her what was being said. 'What makes you think I know?' Tris snapped mentally, nerves frayed from her conversation with Rosethorn. Out loud she tried another tactic, putting Lark's strange word out of her mind for a moment. "Yes, well, it's not exactly nature....so I wouldn't be messing with Nature, exactly,"
Rosethorn looked at her sharply. "What are YOU talking about?" she snapped. Apparently she was no more better at this than Tris was. A corner of Lark's mouth tugged down. "But you told us it wasn't magic," she stated, clearly confused. Tris drew in her breath, wondering how to approach this. "Well, no...it's not magic.." she said slowly. Seeing Rosethorn about to open her mouth again, she added, "...and it's not Nature either," Rosethorn snorted. "There's not such a thing. It HAS to be Nature....if it's not, it's a magical creation," Seeming satisfied, she sat back.
Tris, exasperated, flung up her hands in surrender. "Fine," she snapped, getting up from her chair and glaring at Rosethorn. "Just FINE. After all, YOU were the one who looked at it, not me. After all, YOU're the weather expert. You must know EVERYTHING!" She yanked open the door, standing to the side and glaring down at them as Briar and Daja tumbled over each other, not expecting the door to open.
'You shouldn't have done that,' Briar warned. 'She won't be happy...' Daja added. Tris had time for a heated, 'Shut Up,' before she broke off mentasl contact and stormed up to her room. Once there she threw herself on her bed, angry and frustrated at the way her conversation went. That was NOT how she had planned for it to go.After a while she fell asleep, worn out from trying to get Rosethorn to acctually think about someone else for a change.
Lark moved forward. She put a hand reassuringly on Tris' shoulder. "What Rosethorn is TRYING to say," she started with a sharp glance to the dedicate in subject. "is that we don't want you to get hurt. You know this is too big for you to handle...by yourself, at least," Tris looked up, confused. Rosethorn looked just as confused. "What's this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Tris' house-mates were also curious.
'What's she talking about?' Daja asked, just outside the door. Sandry, too dignified to eavesdrop, sat on a stool as Daja and Brair told her what was being said. 'What makes you think I know?' Tris snapped mentally, nerves frayed from her conversation with Rosethorn. Out loud she tried another tactic, putting Lark's strange word out of her mind for a moment. "Yes, well, it's not exactly nature....so I wouldn't be messing with Nature, exactly,"
Rosethorn looked at her sharply. "What are YOU talking about?" she snapped. Apparently she was no more better at this than Tris was. A corner of Lark's mouth tugged down. "But you told us it wasn't magic," she stated, clearly confused. Tris drew in her breath, wondering how to approach this. "Well, no...it's not magic.." she said slowly. Seeing Rosethorn about to open her mouth again, she added, "...and it's not Nature either," Rosethorn snorted. "There's not such a thing. It HAS to be Nature....if it's not, it's a magical creation," Seeming satisfied, she sat back.
Tris, exasperated, flung up her hands in surrender. "Fine," she snapped, getting up from her chair and glaring at Rosethorn. "Just FINE. After all, YOU were the one who looked at it, not me. After all, YOU're the weather expert. You must know EVERYTHING!" She yanked open the door, standing to the side and glaring down at them as Briar and Daja tumbled over each other, not expecting the door to open.
'You shouldn't have done that,' Briar warned. 'She won't be happy...' Daja added. Tris had time for a heated, 'Shut Up,' before she broke off mentasl contact and stormed up to her room. Once there she threw herself on her bed, angry and frustrated at the way her conversation went. That was NOT how she had planned for it to go.After a while she fell asleep, worn out from trying to get Rosethorn to acctually think about someone else for a change.