Yet another note to Panda, Co-Writer of Enemaldae: in response to your
questions, my real name is Sarah, and you pronounce Sa as if you were
saying "sat" but didn't add the t. bad description I know. I am American,
but I would love to live in Canada some day. (Did you know that MY Hayden
grew up in Canada?). And also, I don't like Jarjar because the supreme
chancellor is a bad bad dude and Jarjar was the one who gave him immediate
emergency powers. Even though it did a good thing because they got the army
of clones, he is still a bad, bad man and I don't like him. I also think
that Jarjar is annoyingly naïve and stupid. And he's all babbly and weird.
Hayd deserves better. And I don't like Padme for obvious reasons. She is
fun to growl at. Have you tried it? You should!
Helga: yesh.growling is fuuun
Sa: so is biting
Helga: biting?!?
Sa: yep! I am an irate velosiraptor (like in the Weird Al song!). I like biting. -Makes raptor call-
Helga: oooh.fuuuun! So are we still gonna tts?
Sa: of course
Shawna: NO YOU'RE NOT! I HAVE FIRE EXTINGUISHERS!
Sa and Helga: and . . .?
Shawna: pretty tablecloths?
Sa and Helga: add them to the bonfire! Hahahahahaaaa!
Disclaimer: since Sa and Helga are too busy burning things to do this, I guess it's up to me, Shawna. Anyway, Sa doesn't own any of the characters or things that belong to Ms Pierce. She says she owns Hayden Christensen but it isn't very nice to own someone now is it?
Sa: IT IS TOO NICE! I TREAT HIM LIKE A GOD AND YOU ARE IMPLYING SLAVERY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shawna: no, no, I didn't mean tha- -chokes as Sa tries to strangle her and quickly steals Sa's Anakin action figure-
Sa: NOOOOOOOOO! GIVE HIM BAAAACK! -Sobs- YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TOUCH HIIIIM! -snatches figure back and hugs it- I wont ever ever ever let mean Shawna steal you ever again!
Helga: since Sa and Shawna are over there squabbling, I guess it's up to me to get Sa to write eh? Well, here goes.
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Tris and Sandry had been traveling towards home for two days when they found the road. Realizing that it lead straight back to the Winding Circle and double checking it on their stolen set of maps, they decided that it was safe to use it. Now that they were far enough away from the castle, they were more likely to be found by friends than enemies. Sitting by the side of the road and sharing some of the food they had taken, each girl drifted into her own set of thoughts. Sandry couldn't help but think about Briar. When she had felt out his magic on the day of their escape, he seemed to be in some kind of pain. She hadn't tried to reach him since then, afraid of what she might find. The hurt feelings he had caused her were now replaced by concern. She missed him terribly. Seeing Tris stand, she pushed Briar out of her mind. The sooner they got back to the Winding Circle, the sooner she would see him again. The two girls walked along the road for two, maybe three hours before stopping for another rest.
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Briar fidgeted constantly on his horse. What if they didn't find Sandry and Tris? What if they were already dead? Was Sandry still mad at him? Over and over these questions tumbled through his mind. They had been riding for hours now and still no sign of the girls. This was most definitely the right way to go, so why hadn't they found them yet? The rational portion of his mind said that the girls probably didn't even escape. That it would take weeks to find out where they were and to hope that they weren't dead by the time they did. A voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"What's wrong plant-boy?" Daja asked. "You look like you are nervous or something."
"It's noting really." He lied. Turning back to his thoughts, he stared blankly at the road ahead.
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Sandry woke with a start. She must have fallen asleep. Tris was snoring lightly a few feet away from her. It was getting dark. She woke Tris and they started out again. After only a few minutes of walking, they heard the plod of horses' hooves. They quickly hid behind some trees just off the road. Sandry positioned herself so that she could watch the road without being seen. As the source of the noises came into view, she saw three figures riding horses. A tall person, presumably a man, was leading the other two riders. As they drew nearer, Sandry heard them talking quietly. She looked over at Tris. Her friend heard them too. There was no mistaking those voices.
"BRIAR! DAJA! NIKO!" She cried, darting onto the path. Tris followed suit. All three riders swung themselves from their saddles and Sandry found herself swept into strong arms. After a moment, Briar released her. She stepped away only to be crushed by Daja as Tris clung to Niko. Both of the shivering girls were given blankets. After a few moments, Niko announced that it was time to go home.
Home. That word sounded so comforting to Sandry's ears. All she could think about was a hot meal, a warm bath, and then a good night's rest in her own bed. Since there were only three horses, it was decided that Tris and Sandry would each share a horse with either Briar or Daja. Sandry mounted, Briar swung himself up behind her. Sandry sighed softly and leaned against Briar. After making sure that no one else was looking, he kissed the top of her head softly. ((A/N from Sa: ARGH! I am so pathetic! As I write these scenes, I can sorta see them in my head, but every time I type one of these mushy things, I can't stop the little movie in my head from switching Briar to Hayden and Sandry to me. Lol, how hopeless am I?))
A few hours later they arrived back at Discipline. Lark, and even Rosethorn, rushed out to greet Sandry and Tris. The two girls were escorted to the baths, and then given hot cups of tea. Tris took hers into the main room and curled up in a chair with a book. Sandry finished her tea and went up to the roof. Laying back and closing her eyes, she didn't hear Briar sit beside her. Instead, she felt him smooth a strand of her hair from her face. Opening her eyes, she smiled at him and shifted into a sitting position.
Briar sighed as Sandry leaned against him; the warm weight of her head on his shoulder assured him that this was no hopeful dream. He moved slightly and she raised her head off of his shoulder. Briar gently lifted her chin to just the right angle for a kiss. Their lips met and Sandry snaked her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his hair. In the moment that seemed to last a lifetime, Briar was finally convinced that this was really Sandry and she was really back. When they broke the kiss, Briar held her against his chest. "I missed you so much," he whispered. The only response was her soft, contented breathing. She had fallen asleep.
After making sure that everyone else was asleep, Briar carried Sandry to her room and tucked her into her bed. He kissed her forehead and left. That night he slept peacefully, a small smile spread across his face. Not a troubled thought crossed his mind as he dreamed of a perfect world.
Helga: yesh.growling is fuuun
Sa: so is biting
Helga: biting?!?
Sa: yep! I am an irate velosiraptor (like in the Weird Al song!). I like biting. -Makes raptor call-
Helga: oooh.fuuuun! So are we still gonna tts?
Sa: of course
Shawna: NO YOU'RE NOT! I HAVE FIRE EXTINGUISHERS!
Sa and Helga: and . . .?
Shawna: pretty tablecloths?
Sa and Helga: add them to the bonfire! Hahahahahaaaa!
Disclaimer: since Sa and Helga are too busy burning things to do this, I guess it's up to me, Shawna. Anyway, Sa doesn't own any of the characters or things that belong to Ms Pierce. She says she owns Hayden Christensen but it isn't very nice to own someone now is it?
Sa: IT IS TOO NICE! I TREAT HIM LIKE A GOD AND YOU ARE IMPLYING SLAVERY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shawna: no, no, I didn't mean tha- -chokes as Sa tries to strangle her and quickly steals Sa's Anakin action figure-
Sa: NOOOOOOOOO! GIVE HIM BAAAACK! -Sobs- YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TOUCH HIIIIM! -snatches figure back and hugs it- I wont ever ever ever let mean Shawna steal you ever again!
Helga: since Sa and Shawna are over there squabbling, I guess it's up to me to get Sa to write eh? Well, here goes.
*^*^*^*^Chapter Twelve: Reunion^*^*^*^*
Tris and Sandry had been traveling towards home for two days when they found the road. Realizing that it lead straight back to the Winding Circle and double checking it on their stolen set of maps, they decided that it was safe to use it. Now that they were far enough away from the castle, they were more likely to be found by friends than enemies. Sitting by the side of the road and sharing some of the food they had taken, each girl drifted into her own set of thoughts. Sandry couldn't help but think about Briar. When she had felt out his magic on the day of their escape, he seemed to be in some kind of pain. She hadn't tried to reach him since then, afraid of what she might find. The hurt feelings he had caused her were now replaced by concern. She missed him terribly. Seeing Tris stand, she pushed Briar out of her mind. The sooner they got back to the Winding Circle, the sooner she would see him again. The two girls walked along the road for two, maybe three hours before stopping for another rest.
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Briar fidgeted constantly on his horse. What if they didn't find Sandry and Tris? What if they were already dead? Was Sandry still mad at him? Over and over these questions tumbled through his mind. They had been riding for hours now and still no sign of the girls. This was most definitely the right way to go, so why hadn't they found them yet? The rational portion of his mind said that the girls probably didn't even escape. That it would take weeks to find out where they were and to hope that they weren't dead by the time they did. A voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"What's wrong plant-boy?" Daja asked. "You look like you are nervous or something."
"It's noting really." He lied. Turning back to his thoughts, he stared blankly at the road ahead.
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Sandry woke with a start. She must have fallen asleep. Tris was snoring lightly a few feet away from her. It was getting dark. She woke Tris and they started out again. After only a few minutes of walking, they heard the plod of horses' hooves. They quickly hid behind some trees just off the road. Sandry positioned herself so that she could watch the road without being seen. As the source of the noises came into view, she saw three figures riding horses. A tall person, presumably a man, was leading the other two riders. As they drew nearer, Sandry heard them talking quietly. She looked over at Tris. Her friend heard them too. There was no mistaking those voices.
"BRIAR! DAJA! NIKO!" She cried, darting onto the path. Tris followed suit. All three riders swung themselves from their saddles and Sandry found herself swept into strong arms. After a moment, Briar released her. She stepped away only to be crushed by Daja as Tris clung to Niko. Both of the shivering girls were given blankets. After a few moments, Niko announced that it was time to go home.
Home. That word sounded so comforting to Sandry's ears. All she could think about was a hot meal, a warm bath, and then a good night's rest in her own bed. Since there were only three horses, it was decided that Tris and Sandry would each share a horse with either Briar or Daja. Sandry mounted, Briar swung himself up behind her. Sandry sighed softly and leaned against Briar. After making sure that no one else was looking, he kissed the top of her head softly. ((A/N from Sa: ARGH! I am so pathetic! As I write these scenes, I can sorta see them in my head, but every time I type one of these mushy things, I can't stop the little movie in my head from switching Briar to Hayden and Sandry to me. Lol, how hopeless am I?))
A few hours later they arrived back at Discipline. Lark, and even Rosethorn, rushed out to greet Sandry and Tris. The two girls were escorted to the baths, and then given hot cups of tea. Tris took hers into the main room and curled up in a chair with a book. Sandry finished her tea and went up to the roof. Laying back and closing her eyes, she didn't hear Briar sit beside her. Instead, she felt him smooth a strand of her hair from her face. Opening her eyes, she smiled at him and shifted into a sitting position.
Briar sighed as Sandry leaned against him; the warm weight of her head on his shoulder assured him that this was no hopeful dream. He moved slightly and she raised her head off of his shoulder. Briar gently lifted her chin to just the right angle for a kiss. Their lips met and Sandry snaked her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his hair. In the moment that seemed to last a lifetime, Briar was finally convinced that this was really Sandry and she was really back. When they broke the kiss, Briar held her against his chest. "I missed you so much," he whispered. The only response was her soft, contented breathing. She had fallen asleep.
After making sure that everyone else was asleep, Briar carried Sandry to her room and tucked her into her bed. He kissed her forehead and left. That night he slept peacefully, a small smile spread across his face. Not a troubled thought crossed his mind as he dreamed of a perfect world.