Kitty Ryan: Thank you! . I'm really terrible with tenses, I should
probably find myself a beta. I've tried to be more conscious about it in
this chapter, hopefully it runs smoothly.
Alone In the Desert: Thanks! Yep, I'm definitely going to try to go further
with that. I'm also hoping to branch out, but I think I'll finish the story
first if I can.
I love you!!: hehe thanks. I've been waiting for ages to, and I finally
gave up and wrote some of my own. No, I don't know of any other stories (
but you said you'd found about 3 or 4, could you tell me where those are?
Thanks!
Eihwas: :D She's back! Your comments always make me smile... thank you!
Tinabina: Yeah I know, it's the only one I can find . but I like it!
A Random Person You Don't Know: Um... okay. I'm not sure how this is
"exactly like the book" and I "didn't add anything new". It's set in a time
after the books. It's from the point of view of a character that isn't
really developed much and whose point of view is never shown in the books.
But, whatever you want to think.
I'm sorry I haven't updated this story for ages! Thank you to everyone who reviewed hugs.
Chapter 2 –
Briar shivered and pulled his blanket closer. He had been exhausted earlier that evening – hours on horseback left anyone tired and sore. But right now he was wide awake.
He had been excited at the prospect of returning to Winding Circle. Sure, he wasn't expecting to see the girls for a couple more weeks, but he couldn't wait for the look on Lark's face, and the see how much Discipline had changed. One thing he hadn't expected was Crane.
When he had first seen the dedicate standing at a distance, he had frozen in his spot. Crane was the last person he'd expected to be there. He wondered whether he was actually here to welcome them home, and if he was then why didn't he just come over here and do it, instead of standing around staring. It was then Briar realised he himself was staring, and quickly looked away.
And now he was safely tucked in his bed, and all he could think about was how Crane's black hair was parted slightly to the left now, and how his dark brown eyes looked the same yet different, because what was that look in his eyes? He had never seen it in Crane's eyes before, expect for a few brief moment when he thought no one was looking, but Briar could never pinpoint it. It looked almost like... loneliness.
It was a funny thing, but Briar had never experienced loneliness until he'd come to Winding Circle. He'd never really had anyone before, but it didn't really matter on the streets because you didn't have time to think about it. But when he came to Winding Circle he was suddenly surrounded with people who had families, friends, money, houses, everything Briar had never really had. And he couldn't help but notice the look in people's eyes when the looked at him or spoke to him, because it was just so cold. He was worthless, the dirt under their feet. Street rat.
Looking back on his life, he realised he had never heard the phrase "I love you".
And he was lonely. Not that he said anything, or ever would for that matter. Because then the girls, Lark and Rosethorn came into his life. They were as close to a family as Briar had ever had, and although they never actually said they loved him, he knew. They didn't need to say. Briar would be unsure as to how to react if they did.
But how could Crane, the book-smart bag, feel lonely? He's surround by his own people isn't he? Then again, he knew the dedicate wasn't particularly liked by the general population.
He wondered if Crane didn't want to make friends, or if he just didn't know how.
I'm don't really like this chapter as much as the last, I think it has less depth when it's from the PoV of Briar. Then again, that's a little fitting, since I see Briar as a more self-centred person. All his life he's only had to think about taking care of himself after all. Next chapter back to Crane PoV!
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I'm sorry I haven't updated this story for ages! Thank you to everyone who reviewed hugs.
Chapter 2 –
Briar shivered and pulled his blanket closer. He had been exhausted earlier that evening – hours on horseback left anyone tired and sore. But right now he was wide awake.
He had been excited at the prospect of returning to Winding Circle. Sure, he wasn't expecting to see the girls for a couple more weeks, but he couldn't wait for the look on Lark's face, and the see how much Discipline had changed. One thing he hadn't expected was Crane.
When he had first seen the dedicate standing at a distance, he had frozen in his spot. Crane was the last person he'd expected to be there. He wondered whether he was actually here to welcome them home, and if he was then why didn't he just come over here and do it, instead of standing around staring. It was then Briar realised he himself was staring, and quickly looked away.
And now he was safely tucked in his bed, and all he could think about was how Crane's black hair was parted slightly to the left now, and how his dark brown eyes looked the same yet different, because what was that look in his eyes? He had never seen it in Crane's eyes before, expect for a few brief moment when he thought no one was looking, but Briar could never pinpoint it. It looked almost like... loneliness.
It was a funny thing, but Briar had never experienced loneliness until he'd come to Winding Circle. He'd never really had anyone before, but it didn't really matter on the streets because you didn't have time to think about it. But when he came to Winding Circle he was suddenly surrounded with people who had families, friends, money, houses, everything Briar had never really had. And he couldn't help but notice the look in people's eyes when the looked at him or spoke to him, because it was just so cold. He was worthless, the dirt under their feet. Street rat.
Looking back on his life, he realised he had never heard the phrase "I love you".
And he was lonely. Not that he said anything, or ever would for that matter. Because then the girls, Lark and Rosethorn came into his life. They were as close to a family as Briar had ever had, and although they never actually said they loved him, he knew. They didn't need to say. Briar would be unsure as to how to react if they did.
But how could Crane, the book-smart bag, feel lonely? He's surround by his own people isn't he? Then again, he knew the dedicate wasn't particularly liked by the general population.
He wondered if Crane didn't want to make friends, or if he just didn't know how.
I'm don't really like this chapter as much as the last, I think it has less depth when it's from the PoV of Briar. Then again, that's a little fitting, since I see Briar as a more self-centred person. All his life he's only had to think about taking care of himself after all. Next chapter back to Crane PoV!
Review! Constructive Criticism! Flame!