A/N: hey sorry I haven't written in a while. been in need of ideas. New cds
are very good for ideas. Especially Gravity (Our Lady Peace). I gotted it
last night and now I have ideas again. Music is a biiig influence on me.
"I'm not made of steel. I'm not made of steel but your secrets safe with me
. . ." Anywayz . . .
Disclaimer: Nothing that is Tamora's is mine. I do own Vinen Snakethread, Mian, and the plot. And Hayden Christensen . . .and the corn muffins that I made. And my cd . . .and the plot. Yeah . . .that . . .the plot . . .that's mine.
~*~Chapter 8: Midsummer~*~
"Aw, Rosethorn. Do I HAVE to wear this stuff?" Briar protested. They, his friends and teacher, were trying to stuff him into fancy clothing for the Midsummer Ball.
"Yes, Briar, as a matter of fact you do," Rosethorn snapped. After much argument Briar finally gave in, grumbling as he and his friends left Discipline.
"Oh come on, Plant Boy," Daja teased. "It's not THAT bad."
"That's what you think," Briar retorted.
"Briar, just put up with it for tonight and then you don't have to get dressed up again until Midwinter." Sandry reasoned. Briar sighed.
"Fine. I'll behave and if you're lucky I'll even be quiet." He said reluctantly.
"You behave?" Tris teased. "Never!" She laughed as Briar scowled at her. Finally they reached the Duke's Citadel and entered the ball. Tris, Daja, and Briar stayed together while Sandry was asked to dance by several nobles. Briar was jealous. HE wanted to be the one dancing with Sandry. Of course, he hid his envy. It wouldn't do for his friends to find out. The teasing would be endless. Also, he and Sandry had agreed not to let anyone find out until they were sure how everyone would react. After a while, Sandry excused herself to be with her friends.
"If I have to dance with one more swaggering peacock I am going to hurt something!" Sandry said, stamping her foot indignantly. She scowled at a young noble approaching her and he quickly changed the direction of his footsteps. "Sometimes I wish I could spend one day without being followed by suitors. It would be nice to dance with someone with a bit of sense in his head." She looked at Briar pointedly.
"What?" he asked her. After a moment, realizing what she meant, he obediently followed her, mumbling, "But just as friends." He figured that if he pretended nothing was between he and Sandry, his friends would not know that there really was. As they left their friends, Briar noticed that Lark and Rosethorn had joined them in their corner. Sandry led him to the opposite side of the room, which was just as well. Away from Daja, Tris, Lark, and Rosethorn, they would not be spotted. Sandry stopped and turned toward Briar. Seeing that he was apprehensive about dancing, she arranged his arms around her waist. Then she slid her small hands up the length of them, making him shiver happily. Slowly Briar whirled her about the floor, careful to remember all that he had been taught about dancing. After a while he began to relax and enjoy himself. This was much better than standing on the side. The music slowed and Sandry moved closer, resting her head against his shoulder. He re-adjusted his arms around her. Just then Tris's voice sounded out across their mind-link.
~Briar, Sandry! Niko needs you both back over here.~ She said quickly. Briar and Sandry separated reluctantly. Before they began to walk back towards their friends, Briar kissed her briefly. When they reached the corner that they had left some time before, Niko awaited them with a worried demeanor.
"Niko, what's wrong?" Briar asked immediately. Niko gave the four young mages a meaningful look and took a deep breath.
"Vinen Snakethread has acted as we anticipated. He is in the Winding Circle."
A/N: nice cliffhanger eh? Heehee. Don't worry; there will still be quite a few more chapters. At least 5. I haven't written much else because my friend and I are writing another story together. (See Forever Destiny by phychopeople.) Yeah, so, uhm, review please! I am dependant on reviews. TYPEWRITER IS THE LONGEST WORD YOU CAN TYPE WITH THE TOP ROW OF KEYS! AHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAA . . .that was random. My random acts of whoosh and I will be posting another chapter soon. Bye-bye!
Disclaimer: Nothing that is Tamora's is mine. I do own Vinen Snakethread, Mian, and the plot. And Hayden Christensen . . .and the corn muffins that I made. And my cd . . .and the plot. Yeah . . .that . . .the plot . . .that's mine.
~*~Chapter 8: Midsummer~*~
"Aw, Rosethorn. Do I HAVE to wear this stuff?" Briar protested. They, his friends and teacher, were trying to stuff him into fancy clothing for the Midsummer Ball.
"Yes, Briar, as a matter of fact you do," Rosethorn snapped. After much argument Briar finally gave in, grumbling as he and his friends left Discipline.
"Oh come on, Plant Boy," Daja teased. "It's not THAT bad."
"That's what you think," Briar retorted.
"Briar, just put up with it for tonight and then you don't have to get dressed up again until Midwinter." Sandry reasoned. Briar sighed.
"Fine. I'll behave and if you're lucky I'll even be quiet." He said reluctantly.
"You behave?" Tris teased. "Never!" She laughed as Briar scowled at her. Finally they reached the Duke's Citadel and entered the ball. Tris, Daja, and Briar stayed together while Sandry was asked to dance by several nobles. Briar was jealous. HE wanted to be the one dancing with Sandry. Of course, he hid his envy. It wouldn't do for his friends to find out. The teasing would be endless. Also, he and Sandry had agreed not to let anyone find out until they were sure how everyone would react. After a while, Sandry excused herself to be with her friends.
"If I have to dance with one more swaggering peacock I am going to hurt something!" Sandry said, stamping her foot indignantly. She scowled at a young noble approaching her and he quickly changed the direction of his footsteps. "Sometimes I wish I could spend one day without being followed by suitors. It would be nice to dance with someone with a bit of sense in his head." She looked at Briar pointedly.
"What?" he asked her. After a moment, realizing what she meant, he obediently followed her, mumbling, "But just as friends." He figured that if he pretended nothing was between he and Sandry, his friends would not know that there really was. As they left their friends, Briar noticed that Lark and Rosethorn had joined them in their corner. Sandry led him to the opposite side of the room, which was just as well. Away from Daja, Tris, Lark, and Rosethorn, they would not be spotted. Sandry stopped and turned toward Briar. Seeing that he was apprehensive about dancing, she arranged his arms around her waist. Then she slid her small hands up the length of them, making him shiver happily. Slowly Briar whirled her about the floor, careful to remember all that he had been taught about dancing. After a while he began to relax and enjoy himself. This was much better than standing on the side. The music slowed and Sandry moved closer, resting her head against his shoulder. He re-adjusted his arms around her. Just then Tris's voice sounded out across their mind-link.
~Briar, Sandry! Niko needs you both back over here.~ She said quickly. Briar and Sandry separated reluctantly. Before they began to walk back towards their friends, Briar kissed her briefly. When they reached the corner that they had left some time before, Niko awaited them with a worried demeanor.
"Niko, what's wrong?" Briar asked immediately. Niko gave the four young mages a meaningful look and took a deep breath.
"Vinen Snakethread has acted as we anticipated. He is in the Winding Circle."
A/N: nice cliffhanger eh? Heehee. Don't worry; there will still be quite a few more chapters. At least 5. I haven't written much else because my friend and I are writing another story together. (See Forever Destiny by phychopeople.) Yeah, so, uhm, review please! I am dependant on reviews. TYPEWRITER IS THE LONGEST WORD YOU CAN TYPE WITH THE TOP ROW OF KEYS! AHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAA . . .that was random. My random acts of whoosh and I will be posting another chapter soon. Bye-bye!