The Gift Not TakenWritten for Queen-ObsessedThe Gift Not Taken by ~bwilla
“I said no, Sandry,” Tris's face burned scarlet as the other girl handed her a box. The object of the conversation was the red-wrapped box, although it was rather plain Tris refused to take it from Sandry's hands.
The lightly haired girl sighed to herself looking down at the package in her hands. She hugged it to herself and watched the copper curls of Tris’ bounce as she stalked off, small sparks trailing her. She only wanted to give the weather mage a birthday gift, but she seemed to take it as an insult of some kind.
Tris found herself on the wall, the steps as always a pain but worth it when
Well WoesWell Woes by ~bwilla
"Rosethorn! Please let me down! I'll poison the well," Briar tried appealing to the earth delicate. His voice echoed around the moist cavern of the Discipline cottage's well. The rope was wrapped securely around his ankles and the blood passed steadily to his head.
"I'll have a water delicate purify it later. For now, you need a time out." She turned and Briar distantly heard her telling someone not to help him out. He had really screwed up this time didn't he. As the blood rushed into his head he really, really wished that he thought about his actions before he went through with them. I mean what was he thinking, trying to steal back the