Post by Kypriotha on Dec 30, 2011 11:38:27 GMT 10
To: Kris
Message: Happy Holidays!! I hope they were good to you
From: Kyp
Title: Festive Spirit
Rating: G
Words: 503
Wishlist Item: 3 - A night during the social season in the Citadel (Emelan)
Summary: Tris tries to hide from the festivities at the Citadel, but Briar seeks her out.
Tris was reading, perched as high on the library ladder as she could be. She was hiding from the hustle and bustle in other parts of the Citadel. Even after all these years of knowing Sandry, she still wasn’t used to celebrating Longnight this way. If she’d had her way, she would have stayed at Lightsbridge for the whole week. But Sandry had ridden until she was close enough to mind-speak and nattered until Tris gave in. Then Niko had just happened to ‘stop by’, giving her no choice but to come. She’d never confess to missing her siblings, although at times like this she couldn’t for the life of her remember why.
Tris’ peace and quiet was interrupted by the appearance of Briar at the bottom of the ladder. Ignoring her scowl, he began to climb towards her.
“I knew I’d find you up here Coppercurls,” he said cheerfully. “You know, if you actually want to hide from people, you should find somewhere less obvious.”
“What would be the point in that? You’d still be able to find me, wherever I was, so I may as well be somewhere I like,” Tris said sensibly.
Briar grinned. “Our little scholar, always with the logic. Do you think you could put some of that logic to work helping Sandry finish the decorations in the ball room? She wants to have the doors to the balcony closed so the cold air doesn’t come in, but she knows that people will probably duck out for some fresh air every now and then and she’s going spare trying to work out how to hang things in a way that won’t be affected by a gust of wind.”
“Why doesn’t she just tell the decorations to hang the way she wants?” Tris asked suspiciously. This sounded strangely similar to the excuse Sandry used last year to get her to come out of hiding.
Briar shrugged. “Many of the decorations this year aren’t made of thread or material. There’s a lot more metal in these ones and they won’t do what she wants. And before you say anything,” he continued, holding up a hand to stall her protests, “Daja can’t do it either. She’s busy arranging her Living Metal statutes in the entrance hall. You know she won’t let anyone else touch them.”
Tris looked longingly at her book. It was so much more interesting than parties with Sandry’s Summersea friends. Briar noticed the direction of her gaze and grabbed it from her hands before starting back down the ladder, ignoring Tris’ squeal of outrage.
“C’mon, university mage. You can show off some of your fancy new skills.” Reaching the bottom of the ladder and seeing Tris still hadn’t budged, Briar tried a new tactic. “The Duke has been assisting Sandry with her preparations. I’m sure he’d be delighted to help you out by holding things and what not.”
Seeing the faint blush that stained Tris’ cheeks, Briar grinned wickedly and held the ladder for her to climb down.
Message: Happy Holidays!! I hope they were good to you
From: Kyp
Title: Festive Spirit
Rating: G
Words: 503
Wishlist Item: 3 - A night during the social season in the Citadel (Emelan)
Summary: Tris tries to hide from the festivities at the Citadel, but Briar seeks her out.
Tris was reading, perched as high on the library ladder as she could be. She was hiding from the hustle and bustle in other parts of the Citadel. Even after all these years of knowing Sandry, she still wasn’t used to celebrating Longnight this way. If she’d had her way, she would have stayed at Lightsbridge for the whole week. But Sandry had ridden until she was close enough to mind-speak and nattered until Tris gave in. Then Niko had just happened to ‘stop by’, giving her no choice but to come. She’d never confess to missing her siblings, although at times like this she couldn’t for the life of her remember why.
Tris’ peace and quiet was interrupted by the appearance of Briar at the bottom of the ladder. Ignoring her scowl, he began to climb towards her.
“I knew I’d find you up here Coppercurls,” he said cheerfully. “You know, if you actually want to hide from people, you should find somewhere less obvious.”
“What would be the point in that? You’d still be able to find me, wherever I was, so I may as well be somewhere I like,” Tris said sensibly.
Briar grinned. “Our little scholar, always with the logic. Do you think you could put some of that logic to work helping Sandry finish the decorations in the ball room? She wants to have the doors to the balcony closed so the cold air doesn’t come in, but she knows that people will probably duck out for some fresh air every now and then and she’s going spare trying to work out how to hang things in a way that won’t be affected by a gust of wind.”
“Why doesn’t she just tell the decorations to hang the way she wants?” Tris asked suspiciously. This sounded strangely similar to the excuse Sandry used last year to get her to come out of hiding.
Briar shrugged. “Many of the decorations this year aren’t made of thread or material. There’s a lot more metal in these ones and they won’t do what she wants. And before you say anything,” he continued, holding up a hand to stall her protests, “Daja can’t do it either. She’s busy arranging her Living Metal statutes in the entrance hall. You know she won’t let anyone else touch them.”
Tris looked longingly at her book. It was so much more interesting than parties with Sandry’s Summersea friends. Briar noticed the direction of her gaze and grabbed it from her hands before starting back down the ladder, ignoring Tris’ squeal of outrage.
“C’mon, university mage. You can show off some of your fancy new skills.” Reaching the bottom of the ladder and seeing Tris still hadn’t budged, Briar tried a new tactic. “The Duke has been assisting Sandry with her preparations. I’m sure he’d be delighted to help you out by holding things and what not.”
Seeing the faint blush that stained Tris’ cheeks, Briar grinned wickedly and held the ladder for her to climb down.