With no hot chocolate and no visit from Ben to keep her company this week, Aravis had brought Ata with her, letting him trail after her and not even scolding when he pounced on her skirts as she moved.

The horses didn't seem too skittish around him, but then again, it was possible they hadn't noticed his presence yet.

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After a week of being away from the horses, Aravis was grateful to see they were fine.

Not that she didn't trust those who cared for them. She was just Aravis, and thought she could do it better.

[as per my availability note from yesterday, expect seveeeeeeeeere SP omg.]

Aravis was only mildly tense when she opened the Gig on Tuesday. Only mildly. It had been a frustrating evening in last night, and so...yes, she was a bit frustrated. Nothing interesting.

And she'd probably only snap a little if anyone irritated her.

So far disaster hadn't struck and it seems that the StuCo wasn't tempting fate with the choice of decor. Good thing. It would suck to have an invasion before everyone got lucky on Valentine's Day.

There was still plenty of food to eat, dances to be had and, hey, it looked like someone spiked the punch.

[You are some damn talky people. This is ( Read more... )

Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, ( Read more... )

Aravis had been herself all weekend, and kept to her own room. She remembered last year, with the flying and everything, and was concerned that if she ventured out, it may have affected her.

She was happy to laugh at others all week, though, and was in a very good mood as she moved about the Gig today.

Aravis, social creature that she was, hadn't talked to nearly anyone but Ata and Trenor today by the time she made it to the Gig. She'd noticed something was off, but given her rather honest and blunt disposition naturally, she hadn't really registered it might have been anything other than a mood ( Read more... )

Aravis still wasn't particularly thrilled with the cold, though she had welcomed the use of candles last week.

Truth be told, though, she was grateful for the magic electrical light having come back by now, since she suspected this shift would be much colder and darker that way.

Aravis did not care how normal this weather might be for January. She was still bundled up to the best of her best abilities, because she would never adjust to this snow thing. Ever. Regardless of the fact that she'd be spending the rest of her life in a place that had it half the year ( Read more... )

Aravis was beginning to adjust to the temperature, at least somewhat.

She demonstrated this by not wearing her cloak like it was glued to her while she was feeding the horses. This was an accomplishment of some sort.