Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2011 7:50:06 GMT 10
Title: Morning Conversations
Rating: PG
Word Count: 506
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Sandry, Tris and Daja lay down some house rules for Briar's new girl. (Sibling Duty, #1)
Candice backed out of Briar's bedroom, giggling, blowing a kiss at the man reclining lazily in the early morning sunlight.
Her excellent mood lasted approximately one minute: the time it took for her journey to the dining room, plus thirty seconds to make sure her gown had been properly laced up.
Three women waited at the breakfast table; the foster sisters Briar Moss, the local gossips, and every urchin and their cousin had mentioned, no doubt. (They'd seemed to find her dalliance with Briar amusing, and she'd been on the receiving end of vaguely pitying smiles on the way to the house.)
The siblings seemed nice enough, though, despite her cautious attitude. The redhead (Mistress Chandler, or "Just Tris,") offered her tea, head tilted as though listening to something beyond hearing -- more mage-arcadia, no doubt. Lady Sandrilene and the Trader spoke quietly, drawing Candice seamlessly into the conversation, until she contributed just as much as Tris did.
But when Candice's cup of tea had been emptied, refilled, and emptied again, a silent agreement seemed to pass between the three. The strangest smile touched Sandry's lips; it took a moment for Candice to realize she'd seen its mirror image on Briar's face, when he'd threatened off one of her unwanted suitors.
"Some house rules," Sandry said, her smile revealing the slightest glimpse of teeth. "No leaving your dress on the dining table, please. I might mistake it for usable fabric and the next thing you know, it's part of a quilt donated to Urda's House."
Candice blinked, and nodded, more surprised than anything else. That seemed reasonable... she, along with ever other denizen of Summersea, had heard of the powerful magical workings in the house.
"Keep your hands off the silver, gold, iron, tin," the Trader, Daja, told her firmly. As Candice opened her mouth to protest, Daja assured her, "I don't mean it that way. Things tend to... react... to unfamiliar presences in the house."
To prove her point, the metal clinging to Daja's hand glittered in morning light as she raised it, like liquid brass. The fork she touched glowed a sudden, red hot.
As quickly as she could without being obvious about it, Candice snatched her hand off the spoon she'd been using to stir her tea with.
She turned to look at Tris, who had been silent so far -- and had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping. Peeking out from behind the mage's tight braids was a... a... it looked like a dragon, if such creatures existed outside of fairytales for kids. And it was... batting at a spark of lightning jumping between Tris's fingers.
"Oh?" Tris said absently. "I have nothing to add." Behind her spectacles was a hint of lightning that promised retribution if she were angered.
There was a commotion at the stairs, and Candice turned to see Briar framed by the dining room door, taking in the sight warily.
"It was nice meeting you," Sandry said, calmly and politely. "I trust you'll take this conversation to heart."
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG
Word Count: 506
Pairing: Briar/Daja/Sandry/Tris
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Sandry, Tris and Daja lay down some house rules for Briar's new girl. (Sibling Duty, #1)
Candice backed out of Briar's bedroom, giggling, blowing a kiss at the man reclining lazily in the early morning sunlight.
Her excellent mood lasted approximately one minute: the time it took for her journey to the dining room, plus thirty seconds to make sure her gown had been properly laced up.
Three women waited at the breakfast table; the foster sisters Briar Moss, the local gossips, and every urchin and their cousin had mentioned, no doubt. (They'd seemed to find her dalliance with Briar amusing, and she'd been on the receiving end of vaguely pitying smiles on the way to the house.)
The siblings seemed nice enough, though, despite her cautious attitude. The redhead (Mistress Chandler, or "Just Tris,") offered her tea, head tilted as though listening to something beyond hearing -- more mage-arcadia, no doubt. Lady Sandrilene and the Trader spoke quietly, drawing Candice seamlessly into the conversation, until she contributed just as much as Tris did.
But when Candice's cup of tea had been emptied, refilled, and emptied again, a silent agreement seemed to pass between the three. The strangest smile touched Sandry's lips; it took a moment for Candice to realize she'd seen its mirror image on Briar's face, when he'd threatened off one of her unwanted suitors.
"Some house rules," Sandry said, her smile revealing the slightest glimpse of teeth. "No leaving your dress on the dining table, please. I might mistake it for usable fabric and the next thing you know, it's part of a quilt donated to Urda's House."
Candice blinked, and nodded, more surprised than anything else. That seemed reasonable... she, along with ever other denizen of Summersea, had heard of the powerful magical workings in the house.
"Keep your hands off the silver, gold, iron, tin," the Trader, Daja, told her firmly. As Candice opened her mouth to protest, Daja assured her, "I don't mean it that way. Things tend to... react... to unfamiliar presences in the house."
To prove her point, the metal clinging to Daja's hand glittered in morning light as she raised it, like liquid brass. The fork she touched glowed a sudden, red hot.
As quickly as she could without being obvious about it, Candice snatched her hand off the spoon she'd been using to stir her tea with.
She turned to look at Tris, who had been silent so far -- and had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping. Peeking out from behind the mage's tight braids was a... a... it looked like a dragon, if such creatures existed outside of fairytales for kids. And it was... batting at a spark of lightning jumping between Tris's fingers.
"Oh?" Tris said absently. "I have nothing to add." Behind her spectacles was a hint of lightning that promised retribution if she were angered.
There was a commotion at the stairs, and Candice turned to see Briar framed by the dining room door, taking in the sight warily.
"It was nice meeting you," Sandry said, calmly and politely. "I trust you'll take this conversation to heart."
QC by PeroxidePirate