Coppercurls

by an anonymous geek

A/N: hey am I spelling "scry' right? It doesn't seem right, and my computer is freaking out. If it's wrong, please tell me. When you review, of course! Oh, and of course everyone's going to be at least a little out of character. I'm not a good writer and I cannot mimic Tamora Pierce for beans! And anyway: this is my fic, so I can have them act anyway I want! Aren't I a brat? And for those of you who haven't read Shatterglass (if you haven't yet, you really need to because it is such a good book: my favorite): Chime is a glass dragon that Tris's student, Keth, makes, and Tris ends up keeping her.

Chapter Three

Tris got up early the next morning. As she walked downstairs, she heard Little Bear get up and start whimpering.

"Come on, Little Bear! Be quiet! You're going to wake everyone up."

Just then Chime flew over and Tris begrudgingly fed her.

She ate her breakfast quickly and headed outside. Once she had found a comfortable place to sit down - a patch of grass beside a tree - she took off her glasses, opened her eyes wide, and tried to scry the wind. Suddenly she started seeing strange shapes and colors.

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Briar got up and stretched his arms out and yawned. He walked out into the kitchen. Once Little Bear spotted him, he ran right over. Briar leaned over to scratch the dog's back. The dog wagged its tail in delight. It was getting much more attention from Briar than from Tris that morning. Once Briar had finished his breakfast, he strolled outside for a walk, but when he got outside, he noticed a pretty girl with red hair leaning against a tree. What was she doing here?

Briar laughed out loud when he realized it was only Tris. Why had he just thought her pretty? He had never thought that way about Tris before. She was his foster sister. It was kind of strange thinking of her in that way.

The boy was surprised when Tris didn't look up when she heard him laugh.

"Tris?"

No answer. No movement. She was just looking ahead, eyes not moving. He bent over and snapped his fingers in front of her face. Still nothing.

At that moment Little Bear ran over, and was about to jump on Tris and give her a big lick on the face, but seemed to think better of it, and stopped right in front of her.

"It's okay, Little Bear. Go ahead. She's likely not to notice anyway."

As if he understood, Little Bear climbed into Tris's lap and licked her right across the face. For a moment all was silent, then Tris seemed to snap out of it, and she wiped her hand across her face in an attempt to wipe off the slime.

Briar couldn't stop laughing. The expression of Tris's face was one of pure disgust.

"Oh, stop that! This is not funny at all!" she said in exasperation. It only made Briar laugh more.

"What's all the commotion about?" asked a voice from the doorway of the cottage. Both the mages turned to see a tired Sandry walk out.

"Nothing. Just the dog trying to give Coppercurls here a good morning kiss," answered Briar. Tris tried to keep a stern look on her face, but failed completely as she, too, smiled.

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Daja walked into the smithy that she worked in years ago. Many years ago, she thought to herself. It's been far too long. She was deep in her thoughts when she heard a voice behind her.

"Daja? Daja, is that you?" a familiar voice asked. Daja whirled around and found herself standing face to face with her old friend, Kirel. She quickly backed up and looked at him. He had grown very tall, and his long blond hair was tied with a leather string. His blue eyes looked into hers. (A/N: does Kirel have blue eyes?)

"Kirel! Wow, you've changed so much. I haven't seen you in so long."

"Yes it has been too long. You've changed too. It's so good to see you," he said as he quickly embraced her, much to her surprise (and delight).

"Well, you have simply got to tell me everything! How was your trip? Was it as you expected? Did you meet a lot of people?"

"Wow! So many questions. I haven't received this much attention in years," she said.

"That's because you haven't been around me." Daja was surprised at this. Kirel had never seemed to be the type to give his whole attention over to one person. She felt flattered at this.

"Where would I start? There are just so many things. Well, once we got there. . ." So began Daja's day.

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Rosethorn decided not to put it off any longer and to walk into Crane's greenhouse. She had always disliked this place, but only because it was made by Crane, and he had always been her rival, even when they were just students. When she walked up to Crane, he was deep in concentration and did not notice her until she was right in front of him. He jumped up from his seat in surprise.

"Rosethorn! I did not know you were back yet. I thought you weren't going to be here for another week. What a pleasant surprise!" the surprised mage said.

"Really? Well then why did you place that fake smile on your face? You can't lie to me, Crane. You've never liked me and never will. So how about you stop pretending?" she said in exasperation.

"I'm serious as any person can be. I must admit, it has been rather dull without anyone sensible to talk to." At this Rosethorn's eyebrows rose. "Yes, yes. I know that sounded a lot like a compliment, but I have to be frank. No one here fights quite as well as you do."

"Well, that's nice to know. I came to see if your little greenhouse has fallen apart yet. I quite expected it to. How disappointing. Since it hasn't yet, I should leave in expectation of it doing that sometime soon. Good day, Crane," she said as she started to turn away, but Crane's hand caught her arm.

"Don't go just yet. Just stay awhile, so I can hear about your journeys. I'll have some tea made for us."

"Oh, all right, but only for a little while," she said relentingly.

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I think that is the longest chapter I've ever written, even if it isn't that long. I'm sorry that Daja is really out of character. I just can't get her to be the way that Tamora Pierce created her. Same with Rosethorn and Crane and Tris and Briar and Sandry and Little Bear. Okay, this is what I need whoever has read this story to do.

1. Tell me if you think I should continue

2. Tell me how I can improve

3. Give me some ideas of what to do next

4. Tell me if you like my writing, and, if not, tell me what would help me write better

I think that this is my favorite story, so I hope people will want me to continue it.

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