Hello and welcome to the second chapter of my beloved fic. I was browsing the fanfiction site yesterday and was surprised by just how many fics there are out there that are show no reverence to the original characters found in the books they are based on. I would like to apologise, therefore, for my own fic, because as I have only read the first Circle of Magic book, my characters are sure to be out of character. I apologise for this.
I would also like to thank all my wonderful reviewers, who have, through there collective efforts, persuaded me to push on in the story. I do take advice and use ideas from your reviews, they are completely invaluable, so thanks to all those who did review. You are all a big part of this story. (Wow, that sounded soppy, reassurance once again ppl, that I will do ANYTHING to get you all to review!! ;))
Disclaimer: I am not Tamora Pierce and I don't own any of the characters used in this story. In this case, dreams just do not come true.
you've made a,
fool of everyone,
Oh, well,
it seemed like such fun until you,
lose what you have won.
Look what you've done-Jet
Sandry felt the world freeze around her. Snow stopped falling. The smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchens halted as though gone, and the mages behind them halted their conversation mid-word. Talk? TALK? Three months on and now he wanted to talk??
She could see it so clearly in her mind as if it was only yesterday…
Sandry looked up in surprise, surely Briar knew by now that Rosethorn did not take kindly to children who didn't do their chores!
"Oh that!" said Briar, draining his glass of its remaining liquid "Its Sandrys turn"
Sandry again looked up from her current task, sweeping the floor of the cottage. "What are you talking about?" She asked him.
"Well, Daja did it yesterday, Tris did it the day before, and I did it the day before that, he said, ticking the days of on his fingers "So it must be your turn…"
Sandry crossed her arms, something she always did when she got defensive… "So you mean to tell me I've been doing your work for the last 20 minutes, and you've just sat there and watched me, and not said a word?"
Briar was silent, which only served to make the anger that was now welling up inside Sandry increase in volume. "I don't know if you've noticed, but some of us nobles are honest enough to admit that we make mistakes" Briar stared at his empty glass vacantly, frowning, as though there was something he wanted to say, but he couldn't quite get a grasp on what, or how to do it…
Sandry marched past him out of the house to get hot water.
Briar stared at his glass for several minutes. He wondered what Sandry was doing outside. Perhaps she was crying? He couldn't imagine Sandry crying. Silently, he got up and crossed to where Sandry had left the broom lying on the floor. He silently picked up the broom and started sweeping, not letting himself give into the tears in his eyes.
She looked up at him. Why wouldn't he look at her? Give her some way of knowing what he was feeling? She had no idea what to say, and even though the world had once again begun moving (or at least, the snow flakes had begun falling again. The mages behind them had not resumed talking) she felt quite sure that it was all somehow hinged on this moment. If only he'd give her a sign.
And suddenly he looked up at her. Tears in his eyes, Cheeks and nose red. There was nothing she could do. She sighed and got up to leave. She just couldn't handle all this anymore.
Sorry about the short chapter. The next one will be much longer and as I'm feeling generous, you can see it when I get 5 more reviews!!:)
