Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla, after coming back from days of not remembering a thing, the horror, decided that an excellent way to make herself--and possibly the rest of the student body, judging by the pile of cookies stacking up nearby--feel better was to bake.

If only Rilla were better at baking.

Fortunately, another wicker basket from home was taking up most of a table and it was packed to the brim with moddable baked goods from Prince Edward Island. And those were guaranteed to be delicious.

Rilla's attempt at shortbread....not so much.

[OOC: Open!]

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[trigons_child]

"I do not," Raven said, confused. "I come from Azarath."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Is that closer to Toronto, then?"

Stop babbling at the half-demon, Rilla.

[trigons_child]

Raven shook her head. "No, it lies between dimensions. It is not part of this world, though many of its inhabitants originally came from Earth."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

At the "between dimensions," Rilla's brain just shut down. "Oh," she said, using a smile she'd pull out for the more doddering members of the Ladies' Aid. "How lovely."

[trigons_child]

"Oh, it is," Raven said, because that smile would hardly stop her. "It is a place of great peace and beauty." Well, assuming they'd rebuilt what Trigon's demons had destroyed.

"But I hope you do not hold my heritage against me," she added gently.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I will pray very faithfully for you," Rilla replied earnestly.

[trigons_child]

"I do not mind prayer," Raven said brightly. "I do that myself, for guidance and strength. So thank you."