Aravis was still quietly, carefully not thinking about the letter she'd addressed to Seely and mailed moments prior as she saddled Trenor, affixing her small satchel of food and gifts before easily swinging up into the saddle herself and adjusting her cloak. It had been the right thing to do, she was sure, and she was positive that if there was ( Read more... )

After she'd checked in on Trenor and taken Ata out, Aravis curled up on her bed with a book. She didn't much like the quiet, even if she did know where Karal was.

She kept looking up at the door over the top of her book, though, like she was expecting someone. No reason.

[for the boy.]

Aravis had found Karal's note upon waking up, and had been to the stables twice today to check on Trenor. But now, without workshops or a reason to go pester the horse, she was left with not a whole lot to do in her roomie-less room ( Read more... )

Aravis was snug and warm in her bed.

It was really unfortunate how she'd gotten in somewhat late, and missed the extra body in the room. Or, well, not missed exactly, but she had been discreet enough not to wake everyone with a poorly timed "What's all this now ( Read more... )