((That last time Sandry speaks in the last one I meant language instead of magic. Sorry about that mistake.))

Briar cursed loudly as he ducked a pot that flew down the stairs at him. He yanked Numair off to the side and said, "Listen Numair, I need you to go and find Trisana Chandler. You know her, aunt Tris. Find her quick and bring her back. She may be the only one who can stop your sister from this destruction."

Numair didn't move so Briar shoved him roughly. "Go boy!" he yelled. Numair nodded and ran back off down the stairs as fast as he could.

Briar ran his fingers through his cropped black hair, took a deep breath and started back up the stairs. "Damn girl," he muttered as he went. When another pot came hurtling at him he ducked and cursed when it caught his should.

A head poked out of a door just above his head and the cornflower blue eyes were merry. "Mother will skin you if she hears such words," Lissien said in a taunting voice.

Briar grinned at her and came in the door. "Your mother uses the same exact words when she's mad Lissien," he told her. He closed and bolted the door behind him. "At least there is no wind in here."

Lissien pointed at Sandry, who sat on the floor, her eyes blank. "Mother's doing that. She's keeping the storm out. Otherwise it'd be horrible to see, she said that it would be anyways."

Briar shook his head at his daughter. She always talked far too fast and half the time it made no sense. "Your brother is going to fetch Aunt Tris so she can talk some sense into Tristan, before she takes the place down around our ears."

"Oh good," Lissien said with a sigh. "Because mother is starting to lose her grip." She pointed at the window and Briar saw that the tapestry over it was beginning to flap in the wind. He looked out the window and saw that the storm was getting worse, the sky was blacker then night and the rain was pounding the ground.

"Mila of the Grain," he swore, "Keep us safe from untrained weather- witches!"

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Numair was soaked by the time he found Trisana's house. He knocked hard on the door. "Aunt Tris!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Trisana open the door, it's me Numair! Come on!!"

The door swung open and Numair felt himself pulled inside. "You shouldn't be out in that!" the person who had pulled him inside hissed. "It is a very strong storm and could harm you badly."

Numair caught his breath and watched the person as he did. She wasn't too tall or too skinny, but she was no longer fat. She was pale with red hair and sharp gray eyes. She looked exactly like his sister, minus the pale skin. "Aunt Tris," he said. "Tristan started this up, she's doing it!"

Trisana Chandler turned pale when he said that. "Little Tristan?" she asked, her voice incredulous. "Impossible! She'd have to be extremely mad to get a fourth of this storm up, she isn't strong enough!"

"Oh you want to bet?" Numair said with a crooked grin. "She's doing it all right and father told me to get you, else she'd flood the city and destroy our home!"

Trisana muttered angrily as she pulled a shawl over her head. She turned to a girl who had just appeared, one with blond hair and brown eyes, and said, "Jasmine, make sure your siblings behave. I'll be back soon." Then she turned and ushered Numair out the door.

The wind howled and the rain beat on them. Numair yelped when the rain stung his neck and Tris winced when she got her shawl blown away. Finally she said, "That is enough!" Numair felt a force whirl and soon he was within a bubble that kept the rain and wind out, it also moved with them.

"I'd love to have weather magic," he said.

"Oh sure," Tris said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you could do this?" She waved her arm around and Numair smiled sheepishly.

"I didn't mean it that way," he said. "I meant, I meant."

Tris smiled and slung an arm over Numair's shoulders. She had changed very much in the past years. She was no longer so cold, and she loved all of Briar and Sandry's children as much as her own. "Don't worry lad," she told him. "I know what you meant. Now let's hurry."

((Hope you all like it! Please review for me, please, please, please? Any ideas for names for Tris's other children and for Daja's? I'll take all ideas, may not use em, but hey.))