Disclaimer: You know, it's really weird that I have to write one of these
for each chapter. At least, I think I do. If I don't, than I am wasting
valuable writing time here, so somebody warn me! Anyway, like I've said
before, I don't own Sandry or Briar or good old Uncle Vedris, but Dallin
and his family are all mine. Mine I tell you!!
Sujakata: There's going to be some confrontation between Briar and Dallin. I think. Or maybe not. I haven't really decided yet. Thanks for reading!!
White Wolf: You reviewed again! You are wonderful! And yes, poor Briar. But don't worry, I have things in store for him!
Babooshka: Sorry that you don't like my Sandry! I don't think that she was being a bad hostess; she only danced with Dallin once, after all.
FlagDiva05: I need you to write a chapter 41, so I can't write another review! Your story is so good; and fun. See ya later!
Sandry Moss: As to whether it will be S/B or S/D, we'll just have to see, won't we? *laughs evilly*
Storm Mage: You confuse me. But thanks for reading! I'm glad you like it.
Qwi-Xux: Yeah, aren't love triangles great? Thanks for reviewing!
Aurora: A new reader! *claps happily* Hope that you're liking it!
*sigh* How sad; my author's notes are almost longer than my chapter. Evil writers block. Die! Die! *pulls out axe* Writers block: AHHH!!!! Crazy author! *runs around crazily in circles* Me: Come back here, you! *swings axe wildly*
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Sandry walked down the bright hallway, humming happily to herself and shifting through a pile of household accounts.
Thump.
Sandry stopped, realizing with surprise that the sound was coming from Briar's room. Curious, and a little concerned, Sandry stepped up to the door and knocked softly.
"Briar?" she called, pressing her ear up against the door. There were sounds of anxious scrambling from within.
"Don't come in!" came the frantic answer.
Sandry frowned. "Briar," she called again, "Is something wrong?"
Thump. "Just a minute!"
The door swung open slightly and Briar's head poked out. "Yes?" he said breathlessly.
Sandry grinned at him; he was acting like a guilty little boy. "What are you hiding in there?" she asked with amusement, standing on her toes in an attempt to see past Briar's shoulders. A quick flash of blue cloth and brown hair caught her attention; her eyes widened in surprise.
Briar flung his arm up to block her view. "Nothing," he said quickly.
Sandry fell back on her heels and glanced at his feet; they were barefoot. "Sure," she said slowly. There was a girl in there.
Briar grinned at her nervously. "Okay, I'll see you later."
"Okay, then," Sandry said slowly, watching him over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway. As soon as she turned the corner, the sound of a slamming door echoed through the hallways. Sandry shrugged and stared blankly at her papers. Why should she care if Briar had a girl in his room? She bit her lip, telling herself that she didn't care. Not one bit.
"Hey gorgeous!" Dallin's silky voice broke through her thoughts. Sandry shook her head and shoved all thoughts of Briar into the corner of her mind as the handsome lord fell in step with her.
"Good morning," Sandry said with a laugh.
Dallin grinned and pulled a huge bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl," he said as Sandry buried her face into the fragrant blossoms.
Sandry pulled her head out of the flowers. "Laying it on a bit thick this morning, aren't we?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
Dallin grinned. "Not at all," he said. "I call what I see."
"Very well," she said, laughing; his cheerfulness was contagious. "And how are you this morning?"
"Anxious."
"Anxious!" Sandry exclaimed, "Why?"
"I'm afraid that you'll say no."
"To what?"
"To me."
"Dallin!" Sandry cried in exasperation. "Start from the beginning!"
"I thought that you might want to go for a walk. With me. Before breakfast."
Sandry hesitated, glancing down at the household accounts. The memory of the blue dress diving behind Briar's desk flashed through her mind and she scowled.
"Is that a no?" Dallin asked mournfully, his dark puppy-dog eyes staring down at her.
"It's a yes," Sandry said firmly. "I'd be happy to go on a walk with you."
Dallin's face brightened immediately and he offered her his arm.
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Sujakata: There's going to be some confrontation between Briar and Dallin. I think. Or maybe not. I haven't really decided yet. Thanks for reading!!
White Wolf: You reviewed again! You are wonderful! And yes, poor Briar. But don't worry, I have things in store for him!
Babooshka: Sorry that you don't like my Sandry! I don't think that she was being a bad hostess; she only danced with Dallin once, after all.
FlagDiva05: I need you to write a chapter 41, so I can't write another review! Your story is so good; and fun. See ya later!
Sandry Moss: As to whether it will be S/B or S/D, we'll just have to see, won't we? *laughs evilly*
Storm Mage: You confuse me. But thanks for reading! I'm glad you like it.
Qwi-Xux: Yeah, aren't love triangles great? Thanks for reviewing!
Aurora: A new reader! *claps happily* Hope that you're liking it!
*sigh* How sad; my author's notes are almost longer than my chapter. Evil writers block. Die! Die! *pulls out axe* Writers block: AHHH!!!! Crazy author! *runs around crazily in circles* Me: Come back here, you! *swings axe wildly*
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Sandry walked down the bright hallway, humming happily to herself and shifting through a pile of household accounts.
Thump.
Sandry stopped, realizing with surprise that the sound was coming from Briar's room. Curious, and a little concerned, Sandry stepped up to the door and knocked softly.
"Briar?" she called, pressing her ear up against the door. There were sounds of anxious scrambling from within.
"Don't come in!" came the frantic answer.
Sandry frowned. "Briar," she called again, "Is something wrong?"
Thump. "Just a minute!"
The door swung open slightly and Briar's head poked out. "Yes?" he said breathlessly.
Sandry grinned at him; he was acting like a guilty little boy. "What are you hiding in there?" she asked with amusement, standing on her toes in an attempt to see past Briar's shoulders. A quick flash of blue cloth and brown hair caught her attention; her eyes widened in surprise.
Briar flung his arm up to block her view. "Nothing," he said quickly.
Sandry fell back on her heels and glanced at his feet; they were barefoot. "Sure," she said slowly. There was a girl in there.
Briar grinned at her nervously. "Okay, I'll see you later."
"Okay, then," Sandry said slowly, watching him over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway. As soon as she turned the corner, the sound of a slamming door echoed through the hallways. Sandry shrugged and stared blankly at her papers. Why should she care if Briar had a girl in his room? She bit her lip, telling herself that she didn't care. Not one bit.
"Hey gorgeous!" Dallin's silky voice broke through her thoughts. Sandry shook her head and shoved all thoughts of Briar into the corner of her mind as the handsome lord fell in step with her.
"Good morning," Sandry said with a laugh.
Dallin grinned and pulled a huge bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl," he said as Sandry buried her face into the fragrant blossoms.
Sandry pulled her head out of the flowers. "Laying it on a bit thick this morning, aren't we?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
Dallin grinned. "Not at all," he said. "I call what I see."
"Very well," she said, laughing; his cheerfulness was contagious. "And how are you this morning?"
"Anxious."
"Anxious!" Sandry exclaimed, "Why?"
"I'm afraid that you'll say no."
"To what?"
"To me."
"Dallin!" Sandry cried in exasperation. "Start from the beginning!"
"I thought that you might want to go for a walk. With me. Before breakfast."
Sandry hesitated, glancing down at the household accounts. The memory of the blue dress diving behind Briar's desk flashed through her mind and she scowled.
"Is that a no?" Dallin asked mournfully, his dark puppy-dog eyes staring down at her.
"It's a yes," Sandry said firmly. "I'd be happy to go on a walk with you."
Dallin's face brightened immediately and he offered her his arm.
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