A/N: Okay, to start, I'm really sorry about the delay on this chapter. You have no idea how busy my life has been lately. Very strange, as summer is supposed to be a time of relaxation.
I now have 23 reviews! Yay! I'd like to thank Emeri Dragonsoul, Mystical-Grace, Lady Foeseeker, Blackstar, dragon*fyre, LadyDevimon, Blood Angel, and Miss Chips for their wonderful reviews.
For everyone wondering about Tris: My current excuse for her absence is that she's still wandering around somewhere in the south with Niko. The reason for this is I want this story to be as correct as possible and I can't seem to find ANYTHING on her student, apart from his name, Sethlun (I think), and the fact that he's from West-Namorn. Now, my plea: can anyone find me spoilers for Shatterglass and give them to me in a review? We obviously can't have a Circle fic without Tris and we can't have her until I find out more about what happened. *sobs as entire plot flies out the window*
Dragon*fyre: Daja's students didn't leave with her at the end of Cold Fire. They had a family and a life where they lived, as well as teachers. Daja was just their meditation teacher.
Mystical-Grace: Yep.
Disclaimer: Oh, come on, people! Do you really think I own anything here?
Okay, on with the story.
Evvy looked around the small cottage as she stepped through the door. Apart from getting blasts of silver light through some of the key-holes, it looked like any other small cottage. Briar let out a sigh.
"It's good to be home," he said with a smile. "This place hasn't changed a bit. Come on, Evvy," he said, turning to his student. "You can use Tris's room. She probably won't be back for a month, at least." Briar grabbed some of Evvy's luggage and carried it up the flight of stairs. Evvy followed him into one of the rooms on the second floor. He gave the room a brief look around before turning to his student. "Unpack and meet us in the kitchen, okay?"
Evvy nodded. "Okay," she said. She watched her teacher leave before turning to look around the room. Then she began unpacking.
When she got downstairs again, Briar and Rosethorn were both sitting at a table along with another woman, Sandry, Daja, and a tall, lanky boy. Evvy guessed he was about two years older than her.
"Hello. You must be Evvy," the new woman said with a smile. She was extremely bright, just like Rosethorn, and spoke slowly and clearly, so that Evvy could understand. "I'm Lark. Welcome to Discipline Cottage."
Evvy smiled shyly. She still hadn't completely gotten over the suspicion of new people she'd developed on the streets. If Briar and Rosethorn trusted this woman, however, she must be okay. The boy looked at her curiously. She could see some silver light in him, but he was definitely not shining as much as the other mages at the table.
"This is my student, Pasco Acalon," Sandry stated, gesturing at the boy. "He's a dance mage and is usually a lot more talkative than this." The boy blushed.
Evvy caught a look from Briar that said "be polite" and nodded at him. "Pleased to meet you," she said. The more she looked at him, the more he looked like someone in the Mutabir's (sp?) guard. What did Briar say law enforcers were called here? Harriers.
He looked like he was struggling with something, and then blurted out, "Did you really live on the streets?"
Sandry winced, and Briar rested his head in his hands. This was going to be a long conversation.
"What's it to you?" Evvy asked, her voice dripping with annoyance.
"Nothing, really." The boy, Pasco, shrugged. "I was just curious."
"Didn't your parents teach you manners? You don't just walk up to someone and start asking them personal questions!" Evvy snapped. "I'd figure someone from a family of law enforcers would know that."
"How'd you know my family were Harriers?" Pasco asked.
"You look like someone who would walk around chaining innocent people up because they live different from you." Evvy said coldly.
"Evvy..." Briar said in a warning voice.
"I do NOT walk around chaining people up!" Pasco said, his voice rising. "And neither does my family."
"Pasco," Sandry began, "one more word and..."
"Could have fooled me." Evvy spat. "I've seen people like you storm into markets and start arresting people, just because..."
"QUIET!" Rosethorn's voice was heard over the two arguing adolescents'. "The next one of you that speaks will find themselves hanging upside-down in the well by their heels!"
Evvy glared at Pasco, but didn't say anything. Rosethorn didn't make idle threats. She noticed Pasco begin to look extremely pale and heard him gulp. She smiled grimly. He was scared. Good.
"Very effective, Rosethorn." Said Lark with a one sided grin.
"Why thanks, Lark." Rosethorn responded.
At this point, Sandry stood up. "I've got to get Pasco back to the dance studio. He's got a lesson in five minutes." She turned to Briar, who was at this moment glaring at Evvy. "I'll come by later and we all can talk.
Briar looked up at his foster-sister, smiled, and said "See you later, then," before turning his gaze back to his student.
"Bye," Sandry said to everyone, before grabbing Pasco by the arm and leading him out of the cottage.
Evvy and Pasco held each others eyes as Pasco was led out of Discipline. Both spoke the same silent message, it wasn't over yet.
Later that night, when Evvy had finally gone to bed, Sandry, Daja, and Briar stayed up, discussing what had been happening to each of them lately, as well as the day's events. Sandry sighed.
"I was hoping they'd get off to a better start at first." She conceded.
Briar shook his head. "I didn't expect them to. Remember how it was with us?" The three smiled at one another. None of them ever expected to forget that particular period of time.
Sandry hesitated, "Do you think they'll be friends?"
Briar and Daja looked at each other before saying, at the exact same time, "The best."
A/N: So, ya like? I know it's not as good as the other chapters, but I would like to remind everyone this is my first fanfic and I don't want to be flamed until I don't want to write anymore.
I'd like to bring everyone's attention to the little blue button at the bottom of the screen. Isn't it beautiful? It's just asking to be clicked.
I now have 23 reviews! Yay! I'd like to thank Emeri Dragonsoul, Mystical-Grace, Lady Foeseeker, Blackstar, dragon*fyre, LadyDevimon, Blood Angel, and Miss Chips for their wonderful reviews.
For everyone wondering about Tris: My current excuse for her absence is that she's still wandering around somewhere in the south with Niko. The reason for this is I want this story to be as correct as possible and I can't seem to find ANYTHING on her student, apart from his name, Sethlun (I think), and the fact that he's from West-Namorn. Now, my plea: can anyone find me spoilers for Shatterglass and give them to me in a review? We obviously can't have a Circle fic without Tris and we can't have her until I find out more about what happened. *sobs as entire plot flies out the window*
Dragon*fyre: Daja's students didn't leave with her at the end of Cold Fire. They had a family and a life where they lived, as well as teachers. Daja was just their meditation teacher.
Mystical-Grace: Yep.
Disclaimer: Oh, come on, people! Do you really think I own anything here?
Okay, on with the story.
Evvy looked around the small cottage as she stepped through the door. Apart from getting blasts of silver light through some of the key-holes, it looked like any other small cottage. Briar let out a sigh.
"It's good to be home," he said with a smile. "This place hasn't changed a bit. Come on, Evvy," he said, turning to his student. "You can use Tris's room. She probably won't be back for a month, at least." Briar grabbed some of Evvy's luggage and carried it up the flight of stairs. Evvy followed him into one of the rooms on the second floor. He gave the room a brief look around before turning to his student. "Unpack and meet us in the kitchen, okay?"
Evvy nodded. "Okay," she said. She watched her teacher leave before turning to look around the room. Then she began unpacking.
When she got downstairs again, Briar and Rosethorn were both sitting at a table along with another woman, Sandry, Daja, and a tall, lanky boy. Evvy guessed he was about two years older than her.
"Hello. You must be Evvy," the new woman said with a smile. She was extremely bright, just like Rosethorn, and spoke slowly and clearly, so that Evvy could understand. "I'm Lark. Welcome to Discipline Cottage."
Evvy smiled shyly. She still hadn't completely gotten over the suspicion of new people she'd developed on the streets. If Briar and Rosethorn trusted this woman, however, she must be okay. The boy looked at her curiously. She could see some silver light in him, but he was definitely not shining as much as the other mages at the table.
"This is my student, Pasco Acalon," Sandry stated, gesturing at the boy. "He's a dance mage and is usually a lot more talkative than this." The boy blushed.
Evvy caught a look from Briar that said "be polite" and nodded at him. "Pleased to meet you," she said. The more she looked at him, the more he looked like someone in the Mutabir's (sp?) guard. What did Briar say law enforcers were called here? Harriers.
He looked like he was struggling with something, and then blurted out, "Did you really live on the streets?"
Sandry winced, and Briar rested his head in his hands. This was going to be a long conversation.
"What's it to you?" Evvy asked, her voice dripping with annoyance.
"Nothing, really." The boy, Pasco, shrugged. "I was just curious."
"Didn't your parents teach you manners? You don't just walk up to someone and start asking them personal questions!" Evvy snapped. "I'd figure someone from a family of law enforcers would know that."
"How'd you know my family were Harriers?" Pasco asked.
"You look like someone who would walk around chaining innocent people up because they live different from you." Evvy said coldly.
"Evvy..." Briar said in a warning voice.
"I do NOT walk around chaining people up!" Pasco said, his voice rising. "And neither does my family."
"Pasco," Sandry began, "one more word and..."
"Could have fooled me." Evvy spat. "I've seen people like you storm into markets and start arresting people, just because..."
"QUIET!" Rosethorn's voice was heard over the two arguing adolescents'. "The next one of you that speaks will find themselves hanging upside-down in the well by their heels!"
Evvy glared at Pasco, but didn't say anything. Rosethorn didn't make idle threats. She noticed Pasco begin to look extremely pale and heard him gulp. She smiled grimly. He was scared. Good.
"Very effective, Rosethorn." Said Lark with a one sided grin.
"Why thanks, Lark." Rosethorn responded.
At this point, Sandry stood up. "I've got to get Pasco back to the dance studio. He's got a lesson in five minutes." She turned to Briar, who was at this moment glaring at Evvy. "I'll come by later and we all can talk.
Briar looked up at his foster-sister, smiled, and said "See you later, then," before turning his gaze back to his student.
"Bye," Sandry said to everyone, before grabbing Pasco by the arm and leading him out of the cottage.
Evvy and Pasco held each others eyes as Pasco was led out of Discipline. Both spoke the same silent message, it wasn't over yet.
Later that night, when Evvy had finally gone to bed, Sandry, Daja, and Briar stayed up, discussing what had been happening to each of them lately, as well as the day's events. Sandry sighed.
"I was hoping they'd get off to a better start at first." She conceded.
Briar shook his head. "I didn't expect them to. Remember how it was with us?" The three smiled at one another. None of them ever expected to forget that particular period of time.
Sandry hesitated, "Do you think they'll be friends?"
Briar and Daja looked at each other before saying, at the exact same time, "The best."
A/N: So, ya like? I know it's not as good as the other chapters, but I would like to remind everyone this is my first fanfic and I don't want to be flamed until I don't want to write anymore.
I'd like to bring everyone's attention to the little blue button at the bottom of the screen. Isn't it beautiful? It's just asking to be clicked.