((Yes those are names from the other series. But I decided to use them and Tristan is the name of a girl I know and it fits for this girl because everyone calls her Tris all the time as it is.))

Tristan and Lissien both prepared themselves for the lecture that they knew was forthcoming. It would be worse for Tristan because she was older and was always getting in a mess. Lissien was the favored child, the baby and because she was so much like their mother.

"Explain why you are out here instead of inside with the nurse learning about how to be a lady and how to sew?" Sandry asked, her arms folded across her chest.

"Because I finished my sewing and I was coming to tell Tris that you were.oops," Lissien slapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes, so much like Sandry's own, wide.

Sandry turned to Tristan. "Why are you out here? I know that you didn't complete your sewing, you never do."

Tristan looked at the ground, her eyes flashing. "Because I wanted to be out here in the breeze rather then in that stuffy room poking a dumb needle and thread through some cloth. It's useless," her voice was dry.

"Useless?" Sandry echoed. "Thread is not useless Tristan. You'd understand that better if you weren't so stubborn and if you had the right kind of magic."

Tristan's head flew up, her eyes wide and her face pale. That remark had hurt her more then if her mother and stabbed a knife into her arm. She had always known that Sandry was disappointed that her eldest daughter didn't have either thread magic or plant magic, but she had never said it. "The right magic," Tristan repeated. "That's right mother, the right kind. I'm just useless, right? My magic is a joke, nothing like yours or fathers. You've always wished that I was just like Lissien haven't you? Or at least like Numair. Useless Tristan."

Sandry's eyes were wider then Lissien's and the expression on her face was regretful. "Tristan," she began. "I didn't mean to say that."

"I know you didn't mean to say it," Tristan echoed. "But you think it every day. I know you do, you hate my magic and always have. It's because Aunt Trisana nearly got father and you almost lost him, isn't it?"

Sandry stepped up to Tristan and slapped her. "Be respectful to your mother!" she said. "Go to your room before you get yourself in any more trouble."

Tristan bowed low to her mother and then her father. "Yes Lady Sandrilene I will do that. See you when you allow me to come back down." She turned and ran away, leaving her mother, father and sister to talk about what they should do this time.