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"How could you?" Pasco screamed, running at Briar with his fists raised. Briars eyebrows went up. This boy knew how strong Briar was, and how little restraint he used in fights. Yet here he was, charging Briar down like a bull. Briar stepped aside, evading the younger boy's blows easily.

"Im sorry," he said loudly. "I just...I love her." as soon as he said it, he kicked himself. This threw Pasco into a frenzy, and he picked up a long knife that was on the counter, lunging at Briar. The girls had been watching from the doorway, and as soon as he picked up the knife, all three acted.

The metal blade curled back into itself, so it was pointing at Pasco. His shirt and trousers all unraveled and linked his hands and feet together with his hands to his chest. A small cyclone had picked him up and thrown him into the hallway by the time Briar had a chance to move out of the path of the knife.

When Pasco regained consciousness, he was on a pallet on the floor of the spare bedroom. A skinny girl wearing a thick sweater and at least two skirts was giving him a dirty look from the bed. He rolled over, stood up, and made to walk out the door. Something stopped him. The girl made a scoffing noise. "If it was THAT easy, I would have done that hours ago." He looked back at her. "This is all your fault, you know." He gasped. Who did this girl think she was?

"What do you mean?" he asked haughtily.

"Rosethorn locked you in here this morning, and she forgot that I was still asleep. She's outside in the garden now, and Lark and Sandry went out for cloth, and Briar went with Niko and Tris, and Daja's at work. I've been stuck in here with you all day."She put emphasis on the word you, making it drip with disgust.

"What even happened with you and Briar?" Suddenly Pasco remembered everything. Coming home with the ring, seeing Briar with his love...and being knocked out by the girls. "Nothing. Nothing happened. We just had a...misunderstanding. He'll apologize later." The girl crossed her eyes at him. "What's your name?" He sighed. He might as well get to know this rude little girl, if they were to be locked in here together for a long time.

"I'm Pasco."

"I'm Evvy."

"Do you have any, you know," he twiddled his fingers to indicate magic.

"Yeah. Rocks."

"Rocks? Well...that's...interesting..."

"Yes. Yes it is. Do you have any?"

"Dancing."

"Dancing? Does that even count?"He blazed at this. For a moment he wanted to dance her into the air and leave her there, but stopped himself just in time. Instead he told her the tale of the Dihanurs, and how his dancing had caught them once and for all. She told him how she had escaped the gangs and the LADY'S house. Soon, they were laughing and joking like old friends.

Meanwhile, Lark and Sandry were experimenting with different cloth textures at the shops. None appealed to Sandry, while nearly all of them appealed to Lark. She shook fabric swatches in Sandry's face, trying to get her to choose one. Sandry wouldn't budge-she wanted her dress to be made of the mysterious cloth, and neither she nor Lark could figure out where it came from. Lark wanted Sandry just to drop it and move on, but she wouldn't let it go, and insisted that it had to have come from SOMEWHERE and thus, there had to be more of it somewhere. When they got home, Evvy and Pasco were still under room arrest, and everyone else was gone. Lark shut herself in her room, mumbling arguments to herself. Sandry went for a walk, still fuming. She was walking quite fast, and tripped over a root on the path. She landed hands first into a bush. She was about to explode with frustration, when she lifted a hand and saw a strand connecting her hand to a branch. Looking closer, she remembered her first reaction when she put on the dress. "Like I was wearing either cobwebs or nothing at all..." she mused aloud. Then she jumped out of the bush and ran flat-out for the cottage.

Lark was still in her room when Sandry came in, screaming something about cobwebs and spiders. When she finally got Sandry to calm down enough to speak clearly, she didn't believe it at first. But when it finally hit her that the dress really was made entirely out of cobwebs, then they both put their heads together to figure out how to make another one.

Rosethorn was humming in her garden, weeding. Then she heard laughing coming from Evvy's room. Had Pasco gone truly insane and begun to laugh out loud at himself? But then she heard Evvy's voice, and realized that she had locked them in the room together. "Oh well," she thought. "They'll be fine. At least they're talking. It's when it goes quiet that I'll have to be worried..."

Briar, Tris, and Niko were trying desperately to find somewhere to hold the wedding. There was simply nowhere that wasn't booked for the rest of the summer. Finally, they decided to head back home, since it was getting late. As they rode in a carriage back to discipline, they all spun ideas as to where to hold the wedding. They were getting nowhere, until Tris looked up and said, "Well, why don't we just have it at Discipline?" They all looked at each other. Niko said exasperatedly, "Well, I could have thought of THAT!"

Daja was smiling to herself as she cleaned out the forge for the day, pleased with the day's work. She had just made her gift for the couple, and was excited to get home to see how the others had fared throughout the day. Kirel came up to her, blushing furiously. She sighed. Kirel still had yet to be rid of his unhealthy obsession with her. She turned reluctantly as he said her name, ready to turn him down yet another time.

Dinnertime rolled around, and Evvy and Pasco were let out of the room with strict instructions to behave, otherwise Rosethorn would have fun with punishing both of them. Evvy was about to protest at this unfairness, but held her tongue when Rosethorn fixed her with a scathing look. Briar and Sandry hugged when they saw each other, but nothing more. Pasco was still glaring at Briar. Dinner was uneventful, but what happened afterwards was quite the opposite...