Soulmate Friday: Tamora Pierce (any ship), soulmates gather objects relating to their soulmate.
Briar opened the door to Daja’s smithery to lightly toss her a roll of leather. The woman, far to used to her brother’s antics, caught it.
“What’s this?” She asked.
“Dunno. Felt like you needed it,” Briar said, giving a light wave as he walked out. Daja blinked, looking at the leather as she unfurled it. A new apron… right after her old one was ruined by some sparks from the forge.
“Well then,” Daja muttered, chuckling to herself. She did need it.
“Tris?” Daja asked, startling the redhead from carefully looking through her notes about charms. She had a test in a little while, and she wanted to make sure she passed.
“Ah, yes?” Tris asked, unfurling from where she’d been slumped over. She winced, cracking her neck. Daja huffed, shaking her head. The smith set down a book on the table Tris had been working at.
Tris blinked, seeing the title. A book concerning carving runes into wood properly. She looked at Daja who shrugged.
“Of course I did,” Tris huffed, not stopping her smile.
Tris opened Sandry’s door to find her running around, looking for something in the mess of her sewing supplies.
“Where is- Tris, do you know where I could have put the blue silk-“ Sandry cut herself off as Tris held up a spool of thread. Sandry laughed. “You felt I needed it?”
“Of course,” Tris said, handing it over. Sandry took it with a smile, kissing her sister’s cheek.
Briar found Sandry waiting outside his work shed, holding a pair of new gloves in her hands. He laughed, shaking his head.
“Do we all need something?” He asked as he took them, his old pair already in the rag bin for Sandry to either take apart or them to use somehow.
“It’s the bond reminding us who we are,” Sandry said, grinning.
Briar nodded, opening his shed.
Sharing a bond with three girls had been annoying. But he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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