Aravis was very pleased to be back in the dorms. She'd liked the cabins, certainly, but there were advantages to having a room to yourself and one other person. (And in this case, a cat as well.)

She'd enjoyed herself in the cabins, however. She had tried ice cream, which had evidently been an emergency situation, and laughed at Gavin and Luke and Rikku and Seely.

She'd gone on patrol with Mel and learned the truth about chocolate cows. That confrontation had somehow turned into her telling her story, though she was still not sorry for having told him.

And last night, she'd visited a final campfire, and met quite a few people.


Now, bit tired, she flopped onto the bed she'd already claimed as hers and idly started doodling in a small book. It may have been plans for getting a cow into a dorm room. It may not have been.

[open, especially for roomie!]

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.]

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!]