Aravis had had a very, very busy week.

( busy, busy week )

So now she was relaxing and enjoying the shade while waiting for her hair to dry from said workshop, with a book she'd picked up to keep her company. She was a bit embarrassed to be reading it, and still didn't understand why the insult in the title was to be a good thing. But in any instance, she was prepared to hide it if she was found and pretend she had been reading a book of poetry from home the whole time.

[open! tiny bit of SP from 2-5 EST or so! and Aravis's reading material is all whitedeathpod's fault.]