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                              âI'm a nice, safe little green  mage,                               all  bestrewn  with  flowers  and                               weeds      and      things.â
   The redhead crinkled her nose at the sight of his shoes upon her formerly pristine coverlet. Sheâd made it herself in preparation for leaving home - Olart wasnât as far north as Namorn, but she so did detest any climes other than those of the Pebbled Sea. Still, she was intent on attending Lightsbridge University and if that meant changing her name, pretending not to be a fully accredited ambient weather mage, and blocking herself off from home, then so be it. She missed her family dearly, and of course she wanted to write to her foster mothers, Lark and Rosethorn, but to all those here, Treza didnât have much of a family to write to. She still talked to her foster siblings within their magical bond, and although they were stronger now than ever that theyâd reforged themselves, such distance as that between Emelan and Olart still did make communication difficult - and Tris didnât want to remind herself of everyone she was leaving behind back home. She didnât mean to hurt anyoneâs feelings.
   âI wrote them a letter not even a week ago - it just takes a while for mail to get down south, and itâs not as if Iâm doing anything of interest. I go to classes, practice, pretend Iâm not me, and work at an eatery. What more did they want to know?â Sheâd started to get prickly - but Briar always was able to get under her skin.
The male swung back upright as Tris spoke, arms coming to rest on his knees as he gazed at her levelly, eyebrows rising. He had always knownâthey had all knownâthat it was the redhead's dream to attend Lightsbridge, but no one in Discipline Cottage had ever imagined that she would so thoroughly cut the rest of them from her life when she went. In one fluid movement, he was back on his feet and striding across the narrow room, head shaking slowly in disbelief mingled with disappointment.
âA week ago? You've been here nearly two months, Tris. Don't tell me it takes that long to get your letters south. It's one thing not to talk to the rest of us, but to ignore Lark and Rosethorn? After everything they did for the four of us, that's how you decide to repay them? By pretending they don't exist? I thought you were better than that; guess all those airs of yours don't actually amount to much after all. Not that I ever expected they would.â Shouldering his way past the girl without pause, he threw open the door and stepped into the hallway, glancing briefly over his shoulder as he spoke once more.
âDon't worry, I'll tell Lark not to bother expecting any letters from you.â Not bothering to wait for a reply, he trotted down the hall, setting a pace he knew the redhead wouldn't match, if she bothered coming after him at all.
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   Her back against the door with her arms crossed over her chest, Tris glared at her foster brother across from her with as much ice in her stormy gaze as she could muster. Thankfully, sheâd done a bout of meditation before heâd arrived else her magic would be all out of sorts from the irritation she had for Briar. Sheâd been caught off guard that he was outside of her dorm room and when a few of her floor mates had spotted him, sheâd had to scramble for what to call him in relation to her. Briar had ever so kindly supplied that he was her boyfriend. Much to her chagrin, a few of the gathered girls had ooh-ed at the title while some others threw in their own comments. Youâre so lucky! My boyfriend never comes. Does he have a brother? After hauling Briar into her room and politely dispersing the gathered crowd, here they were.
   âWas that really necessary?â
It was hardly his fault that he'd been unable to find his foster sisterâmaybe if Tris had ever bothered to invite any of them to visit, he would have known where she lived in this school. But no, he'd been forced to resort to wandering around until some other girlsâvery pretty ones at thatâtook enough pity on him to ask if he were lost. Of course he was absolutely entitled to a bit of a rise from Tris after all she'd put him through; he could have done much worse, all things considered. Grin firmly planted on his face, he shrugged innocently, flopping onto her bed and crossing his ankles as he observed her calmly.
âNice to see you too, girlfriend. Lark and Rosethorn were starting to wonder if you were still aliveâall those fancy powers of yours, and you can't remember to write them a letter every now and then?â
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Tamora Pierce Characters - Briar Moss
âThey never tell you some things. They tell you mages have wonderful power and they learn all kinds of secrets. Nobody ever mentions that some secrets you donât ever want to learn.â
Dreamcast: Luke Pasqualino
Briar knew the pin that was meant; the boy had showed it to everyone the day before. âMe?â demanded the street rat, horrified. âNick that piece of flash? Thereâs no pump worth is Bags as would pay more'n a few copper pennies for it!â âLiar!â cried his accuser. âIt cost me two silver crescents!â Briar lifted his eyebrows. âSilver-gilt paint, tin, and a glass pearl? Then you was nicked, and nicked proper.â
Briar <3 Hahaha.Â
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Briar knew the pin that was meant; the boy had showed it to everyone the day before. âMe?â demanded the street rat, horrified. âNick that piece of flash? Thereâs no pump worth is Bags as would pay more'n a few copper pennies for it!â âLiar!â cried his accuser. âIt cost me two silver crescents!â Briar lifted his eyebrows. âSilver-gilt paint, tin, and a glass pearl? Then you was nicked, and nicked proper.â
Briar <3 Hahaha.Â
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The forest cries out to me, time to come home.
(via firmamente)
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
Albert Einstein (1879-1955), German-born physicist (via ipnobeat)
Squabbles
Standing aghast inside the house, Trisana Chandler began to fume.
You best be jesting, thief boy! Do not bring anyone home that youâll push on me!
Her own jest had backfired. True, Briar most likely wouldnât act on his teasing, but there was just the slightest chance he might and thatâs what worried her more than anything. Determined not to worry and to trust in Briar - although in this case everything in her told her not to - Tris ate the rest of her food and made to clean the dishes. When sheâd returned home from Lightsbridge, Daja had thankfully gotten rid of the cook and maid whoâd ben taking up her work while sheâd been away. In her brewing irritation, Tris made to clean their spotless house that seemed to have gotten dirty all of a sudden.
     Well, if you'd make up your mind, it'd a hell of a lot easier on me. Bring home a boy for you, don't bring home a boy for you; what do you want from me, Coppercurls? Do you want me to bring home a girl for you? I can arrange that. Take my word for it, there are plenty of pretty girls 'round here if that's your fancy.      His voice through the connection was light still, giving way to the amusement that riling Tris always brought him. It really was too easy sometimes; he could almost feel bad about it. Almost.      Relax. I'll be home in ten minutes. I just have to run to the market and pick up some more pots for the garden. Although I might be a bit later...it all depends. Like I said, lots of pretty girls here. I might have to spend a little time with a few of them. He could only imagine Tris and her reaction right now, although he knew he wouldn't have to for long. She always did get flustered when he talked about the girls, but hey he was only human. I'll try to let you know if I'm bringing home a guest so you're prepared. Depends on how busy I get.
Adventures are all very well in their place, but thereâs a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.
Neil Gaiman, Stardust (via quoted-books)
Squabbles
âI wasnât just talking about that fanciness Sandry did both times. I just mean that we do.â Tris mumbled into her bread.
Of the other three, the red head had always felt a bit closer to Briar. Even though their magic couldnât be worked in similar ways like Sandry and Daja did with wire and thread, her rains did help his plants. That, and sheâd taught him to read where he taught her how to fight. Now, she wished she was off reading. Hearing Briar talk about his candidates, the weather witch couldnât help her eye roll. Werenât men supposed to⌠tire after a time? He must make some sort of stamina increasing tea or some such green mage nonsense.
âIf theyâre willing shouldnât they put up with some hail?â Tris asked in a sickly sweet tone. âShould they take up the sitting room, youâll be the one to clean up after them. I wonât have any of your women mucking up the house.â
Any man that ever comes near me will know how much I detest mess.
âAnd while your out, wrangle me up a few if you think Iâm so uptight.â
     âNo one in their right mind is willing to put up with hail, Coppercurls. It's completely unnecessary and it kills the mood. Can't let you spoil all the fun.â Finishing off the last of his food, Briar stood, carrying his plate to the sink and washing it out of long habit, drying it before neatly replacing it and checking for the purse of coins that hung at his belt.      âOf course I'm bringing you some home,â he exclaimed in mock offense. âMakes no sense to bring Daj boys, and Sandry would just get on her nobility. No, the boys have to be for you. I'll keep the pretty girls. Why do you think we need the sitting room? My guests can just wait in my room and the garden. I need somewhere to put yours where you can't chase them down the road.â      Walking past her, he dropped one hand to give Tris a comforting pat on the shoulder. âNever fear Coppercurls, I'll find you the prettiest boys in Emelanâaside from me, of course. Even you won't be able to resist them. Just leave it all to me,â he chuckled, striding to the door.   &nsbp;   Stepping outside, he allowed the door to shut behind him, shielding his eyes from the sun before glancing in through the window. Don't worry, I'll make sure I pick good ones for you, and I'll let you know how many there are before you have to feed them all. No lightning storms, Coppercurls.
Squabbles
âBriar, you and I both know even with a closed connection you and I still have a very strong bond - even more so now with what happened in Namorn.â
Amazing cook that she was, these eggs she was frying were taking an even more vigorous beating than usual. Good thing Sandry wasnât home for breakfast, she liked her eggs not too scrambled. Hopefully Briar wouldnât notice the mulch she put in front of him. Plating up the eggs beside the bread, she brought the food to the table and sat in a huff. The lightning braids that hung beside her face were on the verge of starting to spark in her irritation.
ââPretty and willingâ?â Tris scoffed at the stipulations for what Briar considered the ideal bedmate. âWell if thatâs the case, I suppose my doorstep will have a queue any day now.â Her voice was dry as she arched a brow at him, dishing up some eggs for herself.
âWe should put chairs outside for our guests as they wait, what do you think?â
     âThen why am I the one at fault?â he demanded, arching an eyebrow. âIt isn't my fault that Sandry's circle made our bond stronger. It isn't my fault that it created our bond, either. Sounds to me like if you're looking for someone to point fingers at, you should go bother her nobleness about it. I don't control her magic.â      Honestly, the way Tris went around, everything was Briar's fault some days. At least, that was what he told himself to justify his poutingâbut it still counted. Shrugging it off, he directed his attention to his food when it was put in front of him, his energies momentarily diverted to the more important taskâeating.      âThat's just rude, Coppercurls. You can't put all the nice boys and girls outside. Especially since you'd just try to scare them off with lightning or hail or something.â A definitive shake of his head accompanied a wicked grin as he spoke. âDaj' doesn't use her sitting room; there's no reason why we can't put them in there. That way even you can't ignore them. I'll go hunting out some likely candidates after breakfast. Should be back by lunch with a few.â
Squabbles
Rolling her eyes as she stuffed her feet into her slippers to go down to make breakfast, she nearly zapped him through their connection. She should have, but she didnât. If there was anyone or anything that could get under her skin, it was Briar Moss. Annoying tease that he was. Tris nearly laughed out loud at his offer.
Thanks ever so, but Iâll be passing you up on that offer so long as you can close off your mind. Came the crackling answer down their bond. If you tried to help me the way you helped that girl last night, youâd be dealing with some lightning-fried shakkans. Is it really that difficult to check before your activities take a certain course?
By now, she was in the kitchen of Number Six and was slicing up some bread. Tris did not want to be involved in Briarâs life in that respect if she could help it. If anything, it left her tired and flustered right after and how was she to read after such an interruption? Honestly.
Do you want breakfast? Or did you have your fill this morning?
Sandry was at the Dukeâs Citadel and Daja was at her current paramourâs house. If Briar did come for breakfast, it would be just the two of them. With his mouth and her temperament after a night without sleep, this morning would be difficult for the weather mage.
     Yes, she was definitely annoyed now. Another smug grin crossed the male's lips; even for him, this had to be a new record when it came to annoying the redhead. If you hadn't noticed, I was a little distracted last night, came the immediate answer. You could have shut the connection yourself if it bothered you that much. Some of us think about things other than books every minute of the day, Coppercurls. And you wouldn't hurt my shakkans. They did nothing to you.      He had stopped in the garden that borderd the house as he spoke to Tris, distracted by one of the plants in need of attention, but her offer of breakfast immediately dragged his focus back to her, and with a last burst of magic to cure the rot from the afflicted plant, he grinned once more. You know me too well. I could never turn down food. Especially after all that exercise I did last night. I have to replace that energy somehow.      Practically trotting into the kitchen, Briar flashed a wide smile at the sight of Tris there. âThere's my favourite sister! You're sure you don't want those sleeping drops, Tris? If you're having trouble sleeping, they really do help, y'know. I hate to think of you having more sleepless nights because I didn't offer my help,â he greeted her with another innocent grin.      âOr you could just start having some company of your own over,â he added after a moment, setting their plates on the table. âMight do you some good, help you loosen up a bit. Nothing wrong with someone to share your bed with, long as they're pretty and willing.â
Squabbles
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Tris roomed on the upper level of their shared house for multiple reasons.
First and foremost, she felt more at ease higher up where she could access the winds and storms that were part of her power. Rain and lightning and thunder, winds whipping around her - there was simply nothing better for the redhead. The freedom of the air always had her calling for rooms in the highest part of a building regardless of the number of stairs. Not that climbing stairs was much of a task anymore. She could just make a whirling disk of air to deliver her up on a platform if she wanted.
Being on the upper level of the house also ensured her some semblance of quiet and privacy or as much as she could get when she lived with her foster siblings both physically and within her magic. Tris was the type to read and read and read. Much as she loved her foster siblings, there just came a time when she wanted to sit and read without interruptions. They respected her wishes for the most part, but apparently, Briar had forgotten last night.
With all the benefits of being able to speak to her siblings within their bonded magic, one of the drawbacks was when one of them forgot to close off their connection to the others when they wereâŚengaging in amorous activities. Sandry and Daja were usually good about cutting off their connections, and although she knew that Briar did try, last night had been nearly intolerable. Was it not enough that the winds carried sound and sight to her? Did she have to feel it as well? From her window seat, Tris saw Briarâs latest conquest blow a kiss before leaving.
Briar Moss. Tris began as soon as the girl turned away. Iâll have you know I got absolutely no sleep last night.
     Ever since he became old enough to openly indulge in such activities, Briar has never turned down the chance to flirt with a pretty girlâand if that pretty girl happens to want more than a passing flirtation, he was of course always more than happy to accommodate her. It was just one more way that an entire section of Daja's house had been set aside specifically for him made life easier; he had a garden that he could come and go from as he pleased, and he could bring home any girls that caught his eye without any risk of the girls interfering in his business.      He had only just seen his latest companion off with a last kiss and an assurance that his bed still needed some extra comfort, should she care to return that night, when he heard Tris's voice in his head, pulsing down their shared magical connection. He knew immediately why she must be chastising him for her lack of sleep, and a grin spread over his face at the knowledge with a soft laugh.      Sorry to hear that, Coppercurls, he replied, his magical voice as innocent as his real one would have been. If it makes you feel better, I didn't sleep last night either, he added smugly. I was engaged in other activities all night. Can't imagine why you couldn't sleep. Anything I can help with? I still have some sleep drops you can have if you'd like. Anything to help my favourite sister.
They would know, as he did, that his life began when Rosethorn had invited him into her world.
Briarâs Book by Tamora Pierce (via wellconstructedsentences)
Briar inspecting the saffron fields of Gold Ridge. Â [x]
