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Daja's Mystery Girl

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Briar walked into Disciplines kitchen his hand immediately going for the bread that was to be for lunch. Resting his feet on the chair with his hands behind his head.

“I have news.” Rosethorn didn't bother to look up from her seeds when replying.

“Whatever it is can wait until after your feet is off of the chair.” Lark gently removed his feet with a pointed look. Tea balanced in the other hand.

“So whats the news?”

“Daja is bringing her ‘Mystery Girl’ around, she does exist.” A phrase he had coined when he saw Daja being so tight lipped about her.

‘What’. Sandry and Tris chimed in surprise coloring their voices.

‘You both heard correctly. Now you don’t have to hunt her down Sandry.’

‘I don’t hunt people only inquire.’

Tris amusement filtered through. ‘Whatever you say.’

“Boy” Rosethorn’s voice snapped him out of his private conversation. “If you can’t focus on two conversations make sure you stay in one.”

“Who says I wasn’t just thinking.”

Rosethorn and Lark both gave him a look. They had known the four far to long not to pick up on when they were talking to each other. No matter how subtle they tried to be.  

Briar chatted for about an hour more easily slipping back into the routine of helping his Foster mothers prepare lunch.



After Briar had left and the dishes had been cleaned Lark and Rosethorn settled down in their living room together. The click of Larks knitting needles could be heard over the slow turning of Rosethorn’s book. 

“It’s good that she’s dating again.”

Lark looked up as Rosethorn kept reading her book turning her pages like she said nothing.

Lark grinned. “You weren’t worried, were you? If I recall you were the one telling me not to worry. 

Rosethorn rolled her eyes making sure Lark could see it.

Lark watched as Rosethorn fingers gripped her cup not tight but not as relaxed as she could have held it.

“I knew she would be alright. Daja is resilient but she has a kind heart, and kind hearts are easy to hurt.”

Lark resumed knitting letting the clack fill the air as both she and Rosethorn tried to come to terms with her words. She rocked in her chair letting the motion calm her.

“Daja might go through another heartbreak it’s entirely possible. You and I both know that. We don’t… She paused rocking chair and needles stilling.

“We can’t stop that. As much as we may want.”

She took a breath refusing to let whatever emotions she knows was below the surface bubble up.

“We can’t, we can only guide and teach and pray that we did enough.” She corrected herself.

“That were doing enough.” For all of them she silently added. 

Rosethorn regarded her silently absorbing and processing her words.

“Daja will be watching our reactions closely. You know she’s very observant.”

Lark grinned cat like.

“Well then I guess we should be on our very best behavior.”

Setting her knitting aside she stretched, long body reaching up to the ceiling the way a plant reaches for the sun Rosethorn thought.

Another grin towards Rosethorn and Lark walked out the living room. With all the grace of a dancer.