Disclaimer: You know what? I'm getting kinda tired of writing these
things. You'd think after the first seven chapters, it would be enough!
We all know that I am not the creator of Sandry or Briar. If I stopped,
would I get in trouble? Yeah? Oh, well. These characters (except for the
exceptionally handsome Dallin and the maid Meagan) all belong to the
wonderful Tamora Pierce.
And now, notes for my WONDERFUL reviewers!!
San: Dallin is mine!!
Bblond07: Thank you!!
Kitten: I am very happy that you reviewed!
PixiePrincess-wants-SUGAR: Whew, you have a long name. Thank you. And to your who-is-Meagan question: remember the girl who helped Sandry get ready for the ball? Yeah, that's Meagan.
Anastazia Silverwind: Don't worry, you didn't sound mean. I sound that way too, sometimes, when I review because I feel anxious!! Thanks so much for reviewing!!
Thumpet: hehe, you're funny.
White-wolf: I'm glad you like this story! You make me feel special.
Babooshka: ummmm..yeah. Thanks for reviewing!!
Lady Sandrilene: hehe, you're funny too. I like all you funny people. I think it's wonderful that Briar is out meeting new people and not pining over Sandry, don't you? *grins*
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Tears streamed down her face as she ran down the hallway, reducing her vision to mere misty blobs. It didn't matter though, for she knew this place like the back of her hand; she was headed for the gardens. Her feet carried her down various corridors, past several astonished servants and a rather concerned looking uncle, and straight into a handsome young lord.
"Whoa, there," Dallin cried, catching her arms as she slammed blindly into him. "What's going on?"
Sandry lifted her tear-stained face and stifled a sob. "Let me go," she said, her voice astonishingly calm compared to the turmoil her eyes were showing.
Dallin frowned but did as she bid. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he handed it to her and stood by quietly as the distraught girl quickly composed herself. It was a side of Sandry he had never seen before, and it made his heart ache to see her cry. He was hard pressed to keep himself from sweeping her up in his arms so he clasped his hands behind his back to prevent doing anything that Sandry might consider too forward.
With a small sheepish laugh, Sandry shook out his handkerchief and held it up. "I'm afraid that it's soaked through," she told him.
Dallin smiled. "Then maybe you should keep it. It wouldn't be the only thing of mine that you hold in your possession."
Sandry cocked her head and looked at him in puzzlement. "What." she started, but the sound of pounding footsteps delayed her question. Both Sandry and Dallin turned as Briar burst into view.
"Sandry!" he cried, breathless. He had gotten a little lost awhile back and had been forced to sprint about looking for Sandry. "Just let me explain, it wasn't what you..." he stopped, his eyes going hard. "Hello, Lord Dallin."
Dallin nodded, noting the cold look on Sandry's face. "Hello, Briar Moss."
Sandry looked at the two of them and didn't say a word. The three stood there in uncomfortable silence for a moment, then Dallin spoke.
"Perhaps you know what caused the Lady Sandry's distress, Briar Moss."
Briar looked closely at Sandry's face and noticed the red, watery eyes and tear-stained face and his heart constricted. "Sandry," he said earnestly, taking a step towards her. "Really, it wasn't what you thought!"
Sandry eyed him coldly. "What does it matter what I thought?" she asked. "You are free to do whatever you wish. After all, Meagan is a very smart, pretty girl, and I see no reason why you shouldn't.."
"She was teaching me how to dance."
Sandry started, knowing instinctively that he was telling the truth. "What?"
"She was teaching me how to dance," Briar repeated. He gave a sheepish laugh. "Ever since the ball, I felt silly, making you dance with a clumsy oaf like me. I met Meagan and we became good friends. She offered me dancing lessons." Briar glanced briefly at Dallin. "I guess I thought that it put me closer to even ground with Lord Dallin."
Dallin started, glancing from Briar to Sandry, noting with a pang the hopeful look in Sandry's eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped and took a resigned step backward, suddenly recalling the number of times Briar's name had been on Sandry's lips. The way her eyes would light up when she spoke of him. As much as he had come to adore and admire, and maybe even love, the beautiful young lady, he respected the fact that it seemed like he had lost.
With a last longing look at Sandry, Dallin turned and walked silently down the hall and out of sight.
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"To dance, huh," Sandry said, carefully watching Briar's face.
Briar nodded earnestly. "Yes."
A bright smile lit up Sandry's face and she laughed. "Briar Moss, you sure do know how to send a girl's heart through the wringer."
Briar grinned. "What about you?" he asked. "I thought for sure that you and Dallin..but never mind." Stepping up beside her, he offered her his arm. "Lady Sandrilene, would you like to go for a walk in the gardens? It appears to be a wonderful day."
Sandry laughed. "Why, I would love to, Briar Moss. What a lovely suggestion." Raising her hand to take Briar's arm, she suddenly realized that she was still holding Dallin's handkerchief in her hand. While Briar looked down at her in puzzlement, Sandry gazed around and with a flush of embarrassment, realized that the young lord of had gone. Ignoring Dallin, how horrible is that, she thought. Dallin's words flashed through her mind: It wouldn't be the only thing of mine that you hold in your possession.
What did he mean by that? she wondered, feeling frustrated. For a few minutes, things had seemed so clear. Briar was the one. But Dallin..dear, sweet, wonderful Dallin. With a sigh, Sandry looked up at Briar and gave him an apologetic smile.
"Ready?" Briar asked her, a hint of concern in his eyes.
Sandry glanced down at the handkerchief. Dallin or Briar. Dallin or Briar. The two names raced through her head. "Yes," she said, carefully tucking the practical piece of cotton into her pocket. "Let's go."
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When the room was empty, a small, blue-clad figure stepped out of the shadows and wiped a solitary tear off of her cheek. Silently scolding herself for the ache in her heart, Meagan gave her skirts an angry shake and banished her happy dreams of a black haired, grey-green eyed plant mage to the back of her mind.
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A/N: Sooooooo, should I end it here, or keep going? It's up to you!! Oh, and Thumpet, you were right!! Meagan was Briar's dance instructor! Does that mean that I was too predictable?
Hehe, and I want to take a vote. Ready?
a) Briar and Sandry
b) Sandry and Dallin
c) Briar and Meagan
d) Meagan and Dallin
e) Me and Dallin!!! (*giggles* I like that one).
And now, notes for my WONDERFUL reviewers!!
San: Dallin is mine!!
Bblond07: Thank you!!
Kitten: I am very happy that you reviewed!
PixiePrincess-wants-SUGAR: Whew, you have a long name. Thank you. And to your who-is-Meagan question: remember the girl who helped Sandry get ready for the ball? Yeah, that's Meagan.
Anastazia Silverwind: Don't worry, you didn't sound mean. I sound that way too, sometimes, when I review because I feel anxious!! Thanks so much for reviewing!!
Thumpet: hehe, you're funny.
White-wolf: I'm glad you like this story! You make me feel special.
Babooshka: ummmm..yeah. Thanks for reviewing!!
Lady Sandrilene: hehe, you're funny too. I like all you funny people. I think it's wonderful that Briar is out meeting new people and not pining over Sandry, don't you? *grins*
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Tears streamed down her face as she ran down the hallway, reducing her vision to mere misty blobs. It didn't matter though, for she knew this place like the back of her hand; she was headed for the gardens. Her feet carried her down various corridors, past several astonished servants and a rather concerned looking uncle, and straight into a handsome young lord.
"Whoa, there," Dallin cried, catching her arms as she slammed blindly into him. "What's going on?"
Sandry lifted her tear-stained face and stifled a sob. "Let me go," she said, her voice astonishingly calm compared to the turmoil her eyes were showing.
Dallin frowned but did as she bid. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he handed it to her and stood by quietly as the distraught girl quickly composed herself. It was a side of Sandry he had never seen before, and it made his heart ache to see her cry. He was hard pressed to keep himself from sweeping her up in his arms so he clasped his hands behind his back to prevent doing anything that Sandry might consider too forward.
With a small sheepish laugh, Sandry shook out his handkerchief and held it up. "I'm afraid that it's soaked through," she told him.
Dallin smiled. "Then maybe you should keep it. It wouldn't be the only thing of mine that you hold in your possession."
Sandry cocked her head and looked at him in puzzlement. "What." she started, but the sound of pounding footsteps delayed her question. Both Sandry and Dallin turned as Briar burst into view.
"Sandry!" he cried, breathless. He had gotten a little lost awhile back and had been forced to sprint about looking for Sandry. "Just let me explain, it wasn't what you..." he stopped, his eyes going hard. "Hello, Lord Dallin."
Dallin nodded, noting the cold look on Sandry's face. "Hello, Briar Moss."
Sandry looked at the two of them and didn't say a word. The three stood there in uncomfortable silence for a moment, then Dallin spoke.
"Perhaps you know what caused the Lady Sandry's distress, Briar Moss."
Briar looked closely at Sandry's face and noticed the red, watery eyes and tear-stained face and his heart constricted. "Sandry," he said earnestly, taking a step towards her. "Really, it wasn't what you thought!"
Sandry eyed him coldly. "What does it matter what I thought?" she asked. "You are free to do whatever you wish. After all, Meagan is a very smart, pretty girl, and I see no reason why you shouldn't.."
"She was teaching me how to dance."
Sandry started, knowing instinctively that he was telling the truth. "What?"
"She was teaching me how to dance," Briar repeated. He gave a sheepish laugh. "Ever since the ball, I felt silly, making you dance with a clumsy oaf like me. I met Meagan and we became good friends. She offered me dancing lessons." Briar glanced briefly at Dallin. "I guess I thought that it put me closer to even ground with Lord Dallin."
Dallin started, glancing from Briar to Sandry, noting with a pang the hopeful look in Sandry's eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped and took a resigned step backward, suddenly recalling the number of times Briar's name had been on Sandry's lips. The way her eyes would light up when she spoke of him. As much as he had come to adore and admire, and maybe even love, the beautiful young lady, he respected the fact that it seemed like he had lost.
With a last longing look at Sandry, Dallin turned and walked silently down the hall and out of sight.
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"To dance, huh," Sandry said, carefully watching Briar's face.
Briar nodded earnestly. "Yes."
A bright smile lit up Sandry's face and she laughed. "Briar Moss, you sure do know how to send a girl's heart through the wringer."
Briar grinned. "What about you?" he asked. "I thought for sure that you and Dallin..but never mind." Stepping up beside her, he offered her his arm. "Lady Sandrilene, would you like to go for a walk in the gardens? It appears to be a wonderful day."
Sandry laughed. "Why, I would love to, Briar Moss. What a lovely suggestion." Raising her hand to take Briar's arm, she suddenly realized that she was still holding Dallin's handkerchief in her hand. While Briar looked down at her in puzzlement, Sandry gazed around and with a flush of embarrassment, realized that the young lord of had gone. Ignoring Dallin, how horrible is that, she thought. Dallin's words flashed through her mind: It wouldn't be the only thing of mine that you hold in your possession.
What did he mean by that? she wondered, feeling frustrated. For a few minutes, things had seemed so clear. Briar was the one. But Dallin..dear, sweet, wonderful Dallin. With a sigh, Sandry looked up at Briar and gave him an apologetic smile.
"Ready?" Briar asked her, a hint of concern in his eyes.
Sandry glanced down at the handkerchief. Dallin or Briar. Dallin or Briar. The two names raced through her head. "Yes," she said, carefully tucking the practical piece of cotton into her pocket. "Let's go."
* * * * * * *
When the room was empty, a small, blue-clad figure stepped out of the shadows and wiped a solitary tear off of her cheek. Silently scolding herself for the ache in her heart, Meagan gave her skirts an angry shake and banished her happy dreams of a black haired, grey-green eyed plant mage to the back of her mind.
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A/N: Sooooooo, should I end it here, or keep going? It's up to you!! Oh, and Thumpet, you were right!! Meagan was Briar's dance instructor! Does that mean that I was too predictable?
Hehe, and I want to take a vote. Ready?
a) Briar and Sandry
b) Sandry and Dallin
c) Briar and Meagan
d) Meagan and Dallin
e) Me and Dallin!!! (*giggles* I like that one).