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Part Three- Uncertain Feelings

Tris finally decided to go back to the others, as she was out of money, but gladly had three books under her arm. As she went to the Winding Circle cart she saw Daja and Briar both a bit beaten up along with a strange girl. A well-dressed man, who seemed to be powerful, also joined them.

"What happened?" Tris asked, unable to hide the concern in her voice.

"It's okay Tris." Lark kindly informed her. "Daja, Briar and Sandry―" Lark indicated to the strange girl. "―All were in a fight, but they're all okay."

Tris nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed for being so worried. "Why were you two stupid enough to get in a fight?" She asked them, trying to make up for her emotion earlier. If she got attached to the people she was living with now, it would just make it harder when she had to move again.

"It wasn't my fault." Daja said. "It was the stupid Kaqs."

"Daja!" That girl, Sandry said slightly shocked.

Of course Tris had no idea why because she couldn't understand the Trader's language.

"Nah, she's right." Briar said, and Tris knew that Briar could speak Trader as he had done so in conversations with Daja quite a few times.

"You speak Trader?" Daja asked in surprise.

Sandry nodded. "My parents, liked to travel. I...uh...travelled with them before coming to live with my uncle." Sandry said, indicating to the man, and Tris could have sworn she heard some sadness in Sandry's voice.

"Yes." The man added. "Sandry has picked up quite a few talents."

"As it seems." Lark smiled at her, and Tris glared at her.

'She was just a snobby noble, who is probably regretting the fact that she's talking to commoners.'

Briar looked at Sandry, studying her. He still couldn't believe she was a noble after the fight. But now, listening to her talk, knew that there was no mistaking it. She was a noble, and they were not.

'She's probably wishing she'd never assisted us.' Briar thought. 'She probably wants to get away from us, to talk to nobles like herself.'

He still admired her, despite her position. She was pretty and knew how to fight. His head still hurt. She could probably survive on the streets with those qualities. And she could speak Trader. That was a surprise.

Lark felt something about Sandry. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was a simular feeling she'd felt for Tris, Briar and Daja. The feeling of untrained magic. Of course she couldn't be sure, and this girl is bound to have been tested for magic. But then, the others had too, and they still didn't know they had magic. Another problem Lark was faced with was how to get this girl to Discipline. The others had been fairly easy to do so. Briar was going to go to the docks for being a thief, so nobody particularly cared when Niko took him to Winding Circle. Tris had travelled from home to home, so the people at her last home had asked them to take her. And Daja had been in an accident, which killed her family, so she was declared an outcast among her people anyway. But Sandry was a noble, with an uncle who, as it seemed, had an obvious affection for her. She, unlike the others, wasn't all alone. She would be a difficult one to hook. But, Lark felt, it was important to have her, to complete them.

Sandry could help but feel both Daja's and Briar's suspicious gazes. She wished, as she spoke to them, that they hadn't found out she was noble. She wished she could befriend them, and they would treat her how they had before her uncle had come. She wanted friends so badly, and she wanted them to be her friends just as badly. She was also aware that the redhead, whom Lark had referred to as Tris, was glaring at her. Sandry knew it wasn't anything personal; it was just because she was noble.

"Sandry, do you have many friends?" Lark asked, and Sandry turned to stare at her in shock at such a personal question. She had no idea how she'd answer this one. Luckily her uncle answered for her.

"No," Her uncle said. "I'm afraid it's difficult for me to take Sandry places with my busy schedule, and there are no other children at my house."

"Oh." Lark said. "Well why don't you come to Winding Circle sometime. I know these three would like the company. How about tomorrow?"

Sandry was pretty sure they wouldn't want to hang around with a noble, but she didn't care. She would have a chance to be with people her own age. And there was no way she'd turn that down. "Yes, of course."

"We'll send someone from Winding Circle to collect you." Lark told her. "See you tomorrow Sandry."

Sandry nodded and had to try hard to contain her glee. She was about to make some new friends. And she would put all her will into doing so.

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