Aravis had had a very, very long and eventful week.

( long week, omg )

And then today she'd had to spend the morning on the phone with idiots, though there had been nice aspects as well.

Now? She was content to sit in her alcove and mull over the book she had borrowed from the library.

[open to other abominable types! Wee bit of SP this afternoon and evening, but otherwise am around!]

Aravis prepared for bed in the privacy of her alcove, happy to be rid of her layers. Tomorrow she would leave the veil. It was hardly necessary. She pulled a ledger and considered a letter home.

And then paused. How would it get there?

With a frustrated sigh, she fell back against her pillow, and shut her eyes.

She'd met both her her roommate and a rather charming boy. Then she'd traveled to the cabins, where she had met Sokka the slightly dim but likely well-intentioned, Naminé the quiet and helpful, and Raphael, the...large turtle.

Later in the afternoon had brought the greatest surprise of all, of course. High King Peter of Narnia was here. And only a mere two years her senior. She still didn't full understand it, but it was far too late for her to dwell on comprehension.

Instead, she rolled over and made her best attempt at sleep.

['stablishy, unless you want to wake her. I wouldn't really advise it.]