******The Next Day******
"Sandry, if you pull that thread you'll lose the entire pattern." Lark
scolded gently.
Sandry stopped daydreaming and looked at the loom set up in front of her.
It wasn't like her to be so unfocused, this thing with Briar had her more
shaken up then she'd realized.
She was working on a blanket that would have a picture of a tree in the
center when she was done.
At this point though, all it looked like was a bunch of tangled threads.
Taking a deep breath, Sandry started the hefty task of loosening the
knotted yarn.
"Is something the matter?" asked Lark.
"No, everything is fine." Sandry answered.
She smiled weakly.
"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, Sandry."
"I know that Lark. It's just that."
Briar cleared his throat as he entered the workshop.
He didn't look at Sandry, choosing instead to stare at Lark.
"What is it, Briar?" Lark asked kindly.
"I was just wondering if I could go up on the wall."
"That's fine. Here." Lark produced a disc from the folds of her habit, and
tied a string through the top.
The disc had a D pressed into one side and a picture of a lark and a
rosethorn on the other.
This token told people that the bearer had permission by the dedicates in
charge of Discipline cottage to be outdoors.
"Thanks." Briar took the token and started to leave, but when he got to the
door, he stopped and turned.
"Would you like to come, Sandry?" he asked cautiously, looking at Sandry
for the first time since entering the room.
She looked down at the mess she was making with the blanket, before
answering slowly,
"Sure. I need a break anyway. Just let me get a kerchief for my hair."
Lark watched in amusement as Briar's eye followed Sandry's path to her
room.
When she disappeared, he smiled.
"Briar, is there something you'd like to tell me?" Lark asked, smiling.
Surprised, Briar looked back at Lark.
"No, everything is fine."
"Hmm."
Briar hurriedly went to the front door of the little cottage, then yelled
over his shoulder,
"Hurry up Sandry, I haven't got forever!"
That's much better, he thought as he waited.
"Sandry, if you pull that thread you'll lose the entire pattern." Lark
scolded gently.
Sandry stopped daydreaming and looked at the loom set up in front of her.
It wasn't like her to be so unfocused, this thing with Briar had her more
shaken up then she'd realized.
She was working on a blanket that would have a picture of a tree in the
center when she was done.
At this point though, all it looked like was a bunch of tangled threads.
Taking a deep breath, Sandry started the hefty task of loosening the
knotted yarn.
"Is something the matter?" asked Lark.
"No, everything is fine." Sandry answered.
She smiled weakly.
"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, Sandry."
"I know that Lark. It's just that."
Briar cleared his throat as he entered the workshop.
He didn't look at Sandry, choosing instead to stare at Lark.
"What is it, Briar?" Lark asked kindly.
"I was just wondering if I could go up on the wall."
"That's fine. Here." Lark produced a disc from the folds of her habit, and
tied a string through the top.
The disc had a D pressed into one side and a picture of a lark and a
rosethorn on the other.
This token told people that the bearer had permission by the dedicates in
charge of Discipline cottage to be outdoors.
"Thanks." Briar took the token and started to leave, but when he got to the
door, he stopped and turned.
"Would you like to come, Sandry?" he asked cautiously, looking at Sandry
for the first time since entering the room.
She looked down at the mess she was making with the blanket, before
answering slowly,
"Sure. I need a break anyway. Just let me get a kerchief for my hair."
Lark watched in amusement as Briar's eye followed Sandry's path to her
room.
When she disappeared, he smiled.
"Briar, is there something you'd like to tell me?" Lark asked, smiling.
Surprised, Briar looked back at Lark.
"No, everything is fine."
"Hmm."
Briar hurriedly went to the front door of the little cottage, then yelled
over his shoulder,
"Hurry up Sandry, I haven't got forever!"
That's much better, he thought as he waited.
