Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Having had a rather...eventful day (it wasn't every afternoon that a girl hatched a tiny girl with snakes for hair out of an egg, after all), Aravis was curled up comfortably on a couch in the fourth floor common room with a cup of tea.

Somehow the colder weather wasn't helping her mood, either.

Nor was the programming on the television. "I don't understand why we're supposed to care about any of these people," Aravis sighed, blowing onto the surface of her tea so that the steam would rise into her face, because in her opinion, that was far more interesting than Rumor Gal.

[LOOK AT ME WITH A MONDAY NIGHT OFF.]

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[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Do you often meet people by that name?" she replied.

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"More often than you'd think," Dick said. As it turned out, it was a popular name for criminals in Gotham.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I don't believe I ever have," Aravis mused. "But then I scarcely meet people with names common from my home here, or the other way around."

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"What kind of names are common from your home?" Dick asked.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Ahoshta, Ardeeb, Rishti, Djamilana, Fairuz, Lasaraleen..." she listed. "They get simpler the more northward you go."

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"Nope, I've never heard any of those before. You weren't kidding," Dick said.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I've never met another Aravis, either," she added.