Disclaimer: I don't own Rosie or Crane or Moonstream or Lark or Briar or this computer (it's my mom's) or the ice cream in the freezer or…wait a second! Ice cream! (goes off to eat some)

So anywho…here's chapter seven…I hope you like it! (Yes, I know most of it's kind of filler stuff, so you don't have to tell me that in your REVIEW (chokecoughchokeHINTHINTchokecough).) So…yeah. Enjoy it!

Chapter Seven: Asking

"So…you two are telling me that you want to get married?" asked Moonstream incredulously. She didn't particularly sound surprised, but it was somehow obvious that she was.

Crane nodded nervously. "Is that allowed?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I think it is, provided your dedication to your respective temples is not interrupted, but…I don't quite know. I'll have to figure it out. Give me a few days."

Both nodded this time. Standing up, they left the office.

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When they got back to Discipline, they sat on a couch in the living room. Apprehensive, Rosethorn looked at Crane, her glance asking what they were getting themselves into. He smiled at her reassuringly, and she leaned against him. He slid his arm around her.

Nothing was said for a while. When they had been quiet for a long time, they heard the door open. Lark came in and smiled at the sight of them. She was still getting used to seeing them together, and was also extremely happy about the way things had turned out.

"Hi," said Rosethorn tiredly. Her friend immediately sensed the worry and came over to sit in a chair near the two.

"What happened?" she asked gently.

Rosethorn and Crane exchanged glances. "She said she wasn't sure," Crane explained quietly. "She said she needed a few days to figure it out."

Lark bit her lip. "Oh dear. At least it doesn't deny all hope, though."

Rosethorn nodded.

"Rosethorn?" came a voice from her workroom. "Rosethorn, I need help with—oh." Briar emerged, carefully carrying a large plant in both arms. "Um…never mind," he added, starting back.

"Wait," she said, sitting up straighter. "I'll help. What is it you need?"

"It won't listen to me," he told her, bringing the plant over to her. "I don't know why."

"Hmm." She placed a hand on one of its leaves, closing her eyes briefly. "I need more people. Help me?" she asked, addressing both Briar and Crane.

The boy nodded and gently curled his fingers around the stem. Crane laid his hand over Rosethorn's, and she turned her head to smile at him before she concentrated again. "Meditation breathing," she instructed, which was of no use, as both of the other mages were already doing this. She hastened to join them, feeling her power combine with theirs and rush into the plant. Grudgingly, it obliged, and some of its leaves twisted, changing position.

Opening her eyes, she grinned at Briar. "Thanks," he said, and vanished into the workroom once more.

Rosethorn settled against Crane, sighing with contentment.

A/N: Ah, fluffy goodness! (Even though it is filler…it's still fluff!)

By the way…I hope I don't sound conceited…I don't mean to be. I get just as much of an 'Ah, yes!' mood from other people's fluff, as long as it's clean.

Crud. That was a ramble, wasn't it? Oh well…

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