The Roof, Monday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

Raven found autumn fascinating. Azarath didn't have seasons; therefore the changing colors of the leaves was truly a new experience. So after class she headed up to her favorite spot on the roof and sat cross-legged in the sunlight, eyes closed as she sent her Soul-Self soaring over the Preserve. While her Soul-Self soaked in the reds and golds and oranges of the trees, she thought about Lady Ghanima's class and how she had said to spend the rest of the day contemplating being a better person. Her checklist was slightly different than the rituals they'd discussed that morning. Pay attention in class and please her teachers. Use her gifts to help any who needed healing. Stop occasionally wanting to kill Max, and heal the damage that was done in the other Fandom. Not become her father's servant and help him open gateways to other worlds so they could be conquered or laid waste.

Yeah, that last one was a big one.


[I am desperately trying NOT to fall asleep at work, so Raven is highly interruptable. :) ]

Comments

[bitchy_smurf]

"They were demons who crossed into the world of man by possessing the bodies of puppets." Was she really going to delve into Fred's memories for the names?

Apparently. "One of them was called...Ratio Hornblower. It had a horn for a nose and a lack of creativity in self-naming."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

That...yeah Robin was going to just be horrified for a moment. "Were they...bad?"

[bitchy_smurf]

"They apparently got very good ratings. Whatever those are."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"It's a way the people in charge of what shows go on can find out how many people are watching."