Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! I have been so busy, with schoolwork(evil teachers), writer's block, and The Trip. I went to the Everglades(class trip) this past week; we left at 3:30 AM Saturday morning, and arrived back at 12:30 AM the following Friday. Ah, it was nice while it lasted; warmth, T-shirts, shorts, sandals...all to be dashed into the ground when we arrived back at Hartford Airport—snow. Evil snow. Well, enough of my ramblings, on with the fanfic!
By the way, you'll probably be getting an Everglades/Tortall cross-over fanfic very soon.
Two weeks after the previous chapter.
Briar was tired of court cases. Moonstream had held six; enough to get to the bottom of the whole Crane/Rosethorn case. It hadn't really worked—they had had to do a fair amount of fibbing, but it was for their lives, so they didn't really care. But the sentence was simple enough. Crane couldn't leave the Air temple area, Rosethorn couldn't leave the Earth temple area, and Briar couldn't leave the Discipline unless he was going to the kitchens. Dedicate Gorse threw in this odd bit—he knew that Briar loved the kitchens, and pointed out that Briar had been sent by Rosethorn, not by his own free will. So Moonstream and the jury had allowed him that freedom. One flaw in their Separation Rosethorn/Crane Operation: No one ever told them they couldn't leave by magic.
And so a giant vine had been terrorizing the greenhouse the past few days. No one had caught Rosethorn actually in the act of sending the vine, but suspicions had been aroused. Briar and Lark had joined his teacher one night when the latter had come to bring her to dinner. She had ignored the first few calls, and when Lark had finally burst through the door, she was deep in meditation.
Lark had followed her train of thought, and found herself twining through a thick vine. She had gone back to bring Briar, who knew more about plants that she did. And so they had found Rosethorn, getting sadistic pleasure out of sweeping dedicates and novices off their feet. They had joined her every night since then.
The annoying boy and his sister hadn't left. Briar didn't like them at all, and when the girl had touched his shakkan a second time, he had put a charm on it, one that would give anyone who touched it a small shock. She'd gotten one, much to his delight, but her big brother had the nerve to punch the former street rat in the face. He had a black eye, but Lark for once had been on his side, giving the posh boy latrine duty for a week. But anyhow...
A/N Yup, that's as for as I got. Now for my beloved reviewers!
First I have to say a HHHHUUUUGGGEEEEE thank you to Tris the weather witch. She was my first and third reviewer, and she's just too good to be true. Being my first fanfic, I've needed support, and I got it!
Athena Diagon Cat: read the darn book. And stop sending me so many e-mails. Sarah the Insane. By the way, you made it seem like my name was Sarah. (you know, Sarah). People, my name is Rosie.
Solsanches: I've made it 1.5 spacing. And no, sad but true, I don't have a plot yet. But I'm having so much fun writing it. I just write whatever random thing pops into my head. I'm glad you think it's funny.
Mountain Lass: What a great idea! I actually have been thinking on it; I just had limited time on this chapter. Maybe next chappie.
Tris the weather witch: Hey, I like that—roflmbo.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! I have been so busy, with schoolwork(evil teachers), writer's block, and The Trip. I went to the Everglades(class trip) this past week; we left at 3:30 AM Saturday morning, and arrived back at 12:30 AM the following Friday. Ah, it was nice while it lasted; warmth, T-shirts, shorts, sandals...all to be dashed into the ground when we arrived back at Hartford Airport—snow. Evil snow. Well, enough of my ramblings, on with the fanfic!
By the way, you'll probably be getting an Everglades/Tortall cross-over fanfic very soon.
Two weeks after the previous chapter.
Briar was tired of court cases. Moonstream had held six; enough to get to the bottom of the whole Crane/Rosethorn case. It hadn't really worked—they had had to do a fair amount of fibbing, but it was for their lives, so they didn't really care. But the sentence was simple enough. Crane couldn't leave the Air temple area, Rosethorn couldn't leave the Earth temple area, and Briar couldn't leave the Discipline unless he was going to the kitchens. Dedicate Gorse threw in this odd bit—he knew that Briar loved the kitchens, and pointed out that Briar had been sent by Rosethorn, not by his own free will. So Moonstream and the jury had allowed him that freedom. One flaw in their Separation Rosethorn/Crane Operation: No one ever told them they couldn't leave by magic.
And so a giant vine had been terrorizing the greenhouse the past few days. No one had caught Rosethorn actually in the act of sending the vine, but suspicions had been aroused. Briar and Lark had joined his teacher one night when the latter had come to bring her to dinner. She had ignored the first few calls, and when Lark had finally burst through the door, she was deep in meditation.
Lark had followed her train of thought, and found herself twining through a thick vine. She had gone back to bring Briar, who knew more about plants that she did. And so they had found Rosethorn, getting sadistic pleasure out of sweeping dedicates and novices off their feet. They had joined her every night since then.
The annoying boy and his sister hadn't left. Briar didn't like them at all, and when the girl had touched his shakkan a second time, he had put a charm on it, one that would give anyone who touched it a small shock. She'd gotten one, much to his delight, but her big brother had the nerve to punch the former street rat in the face. He had a black eye, but Lark for once had been on his side, giving the posh boy latrine duty for a week. But anyhow...
A/N Yup, that's as for as I got. Now for my beloved reviewers!
First I have to say a HHHHUUUUGGGEEEEE thank you to Tris the weather witch. She was my first and third reviewer, and she's just too good to be true. Being my first fanfic, I've needed support, and I got it!
Athena Diagon Cat: read the darn book. And stop sending me so many e-mails. Sarah the Insane. By the way, you made it seem like my name was Sarah. (you know, Sarah). People, my name is Rosie.
Solsanches: I've made it 1.5 spacing. And no, sad but true, I don't have a plot yet. But I'm having so much fun writing it. I just write whatever random thing pops into my head. I'm glad you think it's funny.
Mountain Lass: What a great idea! I actually have been thinking on it; I just had limited time on this chapter. Maybe next chappie.
Tris the weather witch: Hey, I like that—roflmbo.