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Pierce. Shall we praise her genius?
A/N: I was scanning Tamora's fan-fiction and it took me forever to find a f- f (fan-fiction) of Sandry and Briar, much less of the four. Well, after checking out my other favorite authors, discworld and Daughters of the Moon, I came back to Tamora's f-f's and decided to write one. I wasn't sure at first what to write about but decided that what was really bugging me is that Tamora hasn't written a last book of the Circle of Magic, after the Circle Opens. When they all see each other again, I mean, at least I haven't found it. The book... anyway, so this idea came to my head, I hope you like it! (and if I have more a/n's you probably don't have to read them, but you can I mean you could stop reading this a/n... but you haven't yet... see your still reading. I COMMAND YOU TO STOP! Still reading aren't you...*)(btw- stars, such as *, mean at the bottom of the page there will be more, like a note or something... or an explanation... and if you like little stars, like *, you'll like Terry Pratchett (discworld) who is pure genius, like me... okay, I'll get on with the story)
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Briar Moss groaned at his pounding headache. He was sitting in the back of a caravan headed to Summersea, whereupon he would travel to Discipline, his cottage. They, him, Rosethorn, and Evvy, still had a few days left to travel. Evvy glanced at her teacher with a confused look on her face. "What are you looking at?" Briar snapped as she cleared her throat. He glared at her and then leaned his head back on a sack.
They stopped at an inn on the side of the rode, as twilight was just coming on. Briar got out of the caravan that Rosethorn was driving, with a cat-like grace that even dogs could see something wrong with. Evvy popped out of the caravan after Briar, noting the way that he stumbled after he hit the ground, not getting out like he usually did, which was jumping straight up from his seat to the ground. This time it was more of a clamber, and then a jump to make it look like he was fine.
Rosethorn hadn't been paying attention, Briar never really got sick. Not after all those years in Deadman's District.
As Briar stumbled through the rain to the barred door of the inn Evvy went to Rosethorn and whispered in her ear. Evvy knew that Briar would maim, if not kill her, for alerting Rosethorn of his predicament. Especially when Briar hadn't confided in her how he felt.
Rosethorn's head shot up, staring at Briar's back as he slowly made his way to the door. Her eyes scanned the darkness for anything hiding. This wasn't the best part of town, but after leaving the caravan of the weather-mage, and joining another one, a poorer one, they had been in poorer parts of the district.
Briar, as if sensing eyes on him, straightened up. He regained his usual jaunty walk. Sauntering he went to lift the bar on the door of the inn. His hair was plastered onto his head from the rain. Evvy had grabbed her cats and was now following Rosethorn as she strode to catch up with Briar.
Briar visibly quivered as he strove to lift the bar. Rosethorn then got extremely worried. Briar wasn't a weak man; he usually had the bar lifted just as fast as you could say 'Boy, it's raining out, open the door!'*** As Briar heard the steps behind him, he struggled to lift he bar, what would Rosethorn say if Briar told her he was sick?
Rosethorn's pace quickened as she saw Briar's knees weakening. She sent her magic out to help him. Rosethorn felt something stopping her from getting to Briar. It was Briar's own magic.
Briar had sent out his magic when Rosethorn went to lend him strength. She would have felt how low and weak his magic was. It had been draining even since the first of his headaches, the one yesterday morning. Even though Briar's magic was low, he sent enough out to get in touch with his shakkan, which had lent him enough magic to stop Rosethorn from worrying. He had to send some out to stop her advance, though, because mixed with his magic, the one inside of him, she could tell the difference. Between his and the shakkan's that is.
Rosethorn pressed at his magic. Briar sent more to stop her. Suddenly Briar's magic collapsed. Briar fell with it. Rosethorn rushed to his side in a dignified way. Briar was out cold, and the night was getting colder. The caravan they were with had already entered the inn, where they were going to find anther one, headed more towards Winding Circle than Summersea.
Rosethorn bent to check his pulse, the barely was one. She sent her magic into him, with an abundance of it if he tried to stop her again. Evvy ran up then.
"Get this bar off and inside, girl. I have no idea where the caravan went. Do you have all of our belongings?" Rosethorn had no magic stopping her way into him this time.
"Yes, Rosethorn," as Evvy lifted the bar she said, "All of our belongings are right to the side of me." Rosethorn gasped as she felt his magic dwindling away. There was only a speck left, and if it disappeared then Briar would die. Rosethorn quickly sent herself into him, like he had done for her. Evvy had heard the gasp and peered at Briar. "Is he dead?" Evvy asked, fear creeping into her voice. Rosethorn shook her head.
Evvy turned to make sure no one was behind them. It was Evvy's turn to gasp. She turned and tapped Rosethorn. Rosethorn shook her head at Evvy.
Rosethorn was deep in her magic. She had woven a ring of briars around Briar's magic to keep it from dwindling away. Not knowing that as she did that for Briar, Frostpine did it for Daja, and Niko did it for Tris.
Once Rosethorn's wall of briars was finished she turned to Evvy. "What is it?"
Evvy just pointed to an empty street. Empty? What happened to the caravan? "Did we get all of our items?" asked Rosethorn, her concern more for Briar than personal belongings. Evvy nodded and pointed to her right.
"Well let's get in the inn, and hope I can wake Briar up, why didn't he tell us he was sick? He could die! I'll hang him in the well after he wakes up!" Rosethorn picked up Briar and went in, followed by Evvy, who had picked up all of their belongings.
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*Your still reading, still, your continuing to read... **If you press and hold down alt and press the numbers to your right, not up top, you'll get little characters. Like alt then 1 then 5 get you ¤ and alt, 2, 1 get you §... they are a ton of then ranging from 1 number too a myriad of numbers... *** or as Evvy says, 'I'll sic my cats on you, Pahan Briar, I WANT IN!' or 'Boy, I'll ha-', another one of Rosethorn, cut off because the bar is up.
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A/N: So what do you think? *small, not noticeable hint* REVIEW PLEASE!!!!! Thanx
A/N: I was scanning Tamora's fan-fiction and it took me forever to find a f- f (fan-fiction) of Sandry and Briar, much less of the four. Well, after checking out my other favorite authors, discworld and Daughters of the Moon, I came back to Tamora's f-f's and decided to write one. I wasn't sure at first what to write about but decided that what was really bugging me is that Tamora hasn't written a last book of the Circle of Magic, after the Circle Opens. When they all see each other again, I mean, at least I haven't found it. The book... anyway, so this idea came to my head, I hope you like it! (and if I have more a/n's you probably don't have to read them, but you can I mean you could stop reading this a/n... but you haven't yet... see your still reading. I COMMAND YOU TO STOP! Still reading aren't you...*)(btw- stars, such as *, mean at the bottom of the page there will be more, like a note or something... or an explanation... and if you like little stars, like *, you'll like Terry Pratchett (discworld) who is pure genius, like me... okay, I'll get on with the story)
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Briar Moss groaned at his pounding headache. He was sitting in the back of a caravan headed to Summersea, whereupon he would travel to Discipline, his cottage. They, him, Rosethorn, and Evvy, still had a few days left to travel. Evvy glanced at her teacher with a confused look on her face. "What are you looking at?" Briar snapped as she cleared her throat. He glared at her and then leaned his head back on a sack.
They stopped at an inn on the side of the rode, as twilight was just coming on. Briar got out of the caravan that Rosethorn was driving, with a cat-like grace that even dogs could see something wrong with. Evvy popped out of the caravan after Briar, noting the way that he stumbled after he hit the ground, not getting out like he usually did, which was jumping straight up from his seat to the ground. This time it was more of a clamber, and then a jump to make it look like he was fine.
Rosethorn hadn't been paying attention, Briar never really got sick. Not after all those years in Deadman's District.
As Briar stumbled through the rain to the barred door of the inn Evvy went to Rosethorn and whispered in her ear. Evvy knew that Briar would maim, if not kill her, for alerting Rosethorn of his predicament. Especially when Briar hadn't confided in her how he felt.
Rosethorn's head shot up, staring at Briar's back as he slowly made his way to the door. Her eyes scanned the darkness for anything hiding. This wasn't the best part of town, but after leaving the caravan of the weather-mage, and joining another one, a poorer one, they had been in poorer parts of the district.
Briar, as if sensing eyes on him, straightened up. He regained his usual jaunty walk. Sauntering he went to lift the bar on the door of the inn. His hair was plastered onto his head from the rain. Evvy had grabbed her cats and was now following Rosethorn as she strode to catch up with Briar.
Briar visibly quivered as he strove to lift the bar. Rosethorn then got extremely worried. Briar wasn't a weak man; he usually had the bar lifted just as fast as you could say 'Boy, it's raining out, open the door!'*** As Briar heard the steps behind him, he struggled to lift he bar, what would Rosethorn say if Briar told her he was sick?
Rosethorn's pace quickened as she saw Briar's knees weakening. She sent her magic out to help him. Rosethorn felt something stopping her from getting to Briar. It was Briar's own magic.
Briar had sent out his magic when Rosethorn went to lend him strength. She would have felt how low and weak his magic was. It had been draining even since the first of his headaches, the one yesterday morning. Even though Briar's magic was low, he sent enough out to get in touch with his shakkan, which had lent him enough magic to stop Rosethorn from worrying. He had to send some out to stop her advance, though, because mixed with his magic, the one inside of him, she could tell the difference. Between his and the shakkan's that is.
Rosethorn pressed at his magic. Briar sent more to stop her. Suddenly Briar's magic collapsed. Briar fell with it. Rosethorn rushed to his side in a dignified way. Briar was out cold, and the night was getting colder. The caravan they were with had already entered the inn, where they were going to find anther one, headed more towards Winding Circle than Summersea.
Rosethorn bent to check his pulse, the barely was one. She sent her magic into him, with an abundance of it if he tried to stop her again. Evvy ran up then.
"Get this bar off and inside, girl. I have no idea where the caravan went. Do you have all of our belongings?" Rosethorn had no magic stopping her way into him this time.
"Yes, Rosethorn," as Evvy lifted the bar she said, "All of our belongings are right to the side of me." Rosethorn gasped as she felt his magic dwindling away. There was only a speck left, and if it disappeared then Briar would die. Rosethorn quickly sent herself into him, like he had done for her. Evvy had heard the gasp and peered at Briar. "Is he dead?" Evvy asked, fear creeping into her voice. Rosethorn shook her head.
Evvy turned to make sure no one was behind them. It was Evvy's turn to gasp. She turned and tapped Rosethorn. Rosethorn shook her head at Evvy.
Rosethorn was deep in her magic. She had woven a ring of briars around Briar's magic to keep it from dwindling away. Not knowing that as she did that for Briar, Frostpine did it for Daja, and Niko did it for Tris.
Once Rosethorn's wall of briars was finished she turned to Evvy. "What is it?"
Evvy just pointed to an empty street. Empty? What happened to the caravan? "Did we get all of our items?" asked Rosethorn, her concern more for Briar than personal belongings. Evvy nodded and pointed to her right.
"Well let's get in the inn, and hope I can wake Briar up, why didn't he tell us he was sick? He could die! I'll hang him in the well after he wakes up!" Rosethorn picked up Briar and went in, followed by Evvy, who had picked up all of their belongings.
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*Your still reading, still, your continuing to read... **If you press and hold down alt and press the numbers to your right, not up top, you'll get little characters. Like alt then 1 then 5 get you ¤ and alt, 2, 1 get you §... they are a ton of then ranging from 1 number too a myriad of numbers... *** or as Evvy says, 'I'll sic my cats on you, Pahan Briar, I WANT IN!' or 'Boy, I'll ha-', another one of Rosethorn, cut off because the bar is up.
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A/N: So what do you think? *small, not noticeable hint* REVIEW PLEASE!!!!! Thanx