Written for Queen-Obsessed
“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 she got to the top. Winds whipped around her fluidly, tearing at her skirt and hair wildly. She placed her arms on the cool stone, breathing in the salty scent of the sea. Everything was so much calmer here; it made sense to her why the world acted this way. It was the people she didn't understand, from sweet Sandry, to comforting Nico- they were all