Abominable Snowman [Alcove A2, late Friday night]
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.]
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.]