Disclaimer: Did you really think I owned any of Tamora Pierce's characters?
A/n: I am so so so so so so so so so extremely sorry for not updating. I give in. My computer is still in pieces on the floor so I'm starting this chapter on my sister's computer. I feel awful that when I started this story it was July and no snow was on the ground and now it's almost December with snow always being a possibility. Anyway, thank you so much my lovely reviewers for sticking with me and now let us start with Alanna's revenge.
Raoul was a happy Giant Killer. The plans were tucked safely in his belt thanks to a certain Spymaster and he now had a double agent who nobody could possibly suspect. He himself couldn't even believe it that his dirty tactics had worked and that this fellow was a double agent. The only probably was that other one. Maybe some tea induced hallucinations would help? Raoul continued on his way unaware of the devious trickery going on right outside.
Numair did not approve of the way these children were acting. Here he was sitting outside in the freezing cold attempting to say "Quoi de donner prises" over and over all because the lioness roared at him. In his defense she was very scary and Daine would be very mad at him for spoiling not only her but the darkings fun too. But honestly, it wasn't his fault that she had promised them fun for all.
Nearby Wolset, Lerrant, Dom, Owen and Neal were planning a mutiny…in a tiny broom closet. However, it was not going to well seeing as Neal kept shouting, "I refuse to be treated this way," before banging his head on the ceiling. Also, the fact that Dom kept making wisecracks about the massive bruise on Neal's cheek did not help. Duplicates of both Alanna and Raoul's blueprints were spread out in front of them giving them considerable leverage with both Alanna and Raoul. The only problem was finding a way to use those pieces of paper for their own devices. Shouting and banging did not help anyone's train of thought. A darking whispered "fun" as it made itself comfortably in a person's sleeve
Three riders and a servant huddled up around a roaring fire. Their goals were not yet known to the others but they all had a common purpose: to mess with certain members on each team. Buri's purpose was to get back at Raoul. She had taken offense when Raoul had made a joke about women and their mothers and revenge was eminent. Miri, temperamental as she was, was trying desperately to mess with the members of Own's heads since, as she had so kindly pointed out to them, the Riders were by far better than anything the Own could procure. She didn't take to the pranks they had pulled to kindly although she had already gotten revenge for those. Tobe was only there because he just wanted to have fun. He also thought everyone was taking this snowball fight thing to seriously and to a whole new level. Like Tobe, Evin was only along for the ride. He liked seeing people running around going crazy while he stood calmly at attention. After all that's what sabotage was for.
A/n: I know short but still at least it's something. Next chapter will continue with the effects of Alanna's revenge. Any guesses?