trigons_child: (Happy)
Raven woke late that morning unable to move.

There wasn't any cause for alarm, however. The reason was because Philia, who had grown to quite a large size since she'd been getting regular and healthy meals in Raven's care, was currently draped across her legs. And as she frequently did, Karina had left her own bed in the middle of the night to climb into Raven's, and was now snuggled against Raven with one arm wrapped around Philia's neck as if she was a stuffed toy.

Raven was content to remain where she was for a few minutes, but eventually she wriggled her way out of bed as quietly and as gently as she could, wanting to let both child and dog continue to rest. Philia opened her eyes, yawned, then promptly returned to the difficult task of sleeping.

After making herself a cup of tea, Raven got comfortable in an easy chair beside her bed so she could go through her phone and check for news or messages (as always marveling, but not questioning, how she could get reception in Glacia).


[Two out of three of the unholy trinity of floral holidays down, one to go. Open for visits/calls/texts!]
trigons_child: (Comic Scan: Watching)
The sudden rush of terror woke Raven before the screams could. Instinctively knowing the source, she quickly got out of her bed and hurried to one of the rooms where the children were sleeping.

She'd moved into the new suite of rooms Karla had given her -- or, rather, the staff had moved her in what seemed a blink of the eye. With three extra rooms now, each with two or three beds, she had room for some of her orphan charges to spend a night or longer with her. Sometimes it was a treat of sorts, to come to the Estate for a visit, but more often it was because she sensed a need for more time with a particularly troubled child. Children were resilient, but some still carried deep scars from the war.

As she already knew, it was Karina who struggled with a nightmare. )

[Quietly open for texts or anyone who might happen to be in Glacia. May be SP while I am trapped in a meeting about how ~*~fun~*~ our new office structure is going to be. :-| ]
trigons_child: (Leaning back)
It had been over three months since Karla and Jaenelle had finally managed to heal the trauma to Raven's mind and restore her memories. Her initial reaction had been joy to remember Karla's face and all she meant to her, but then everything else came crashing down. "Thank you," she'd said. "I remember everything again, but I fear this has all left me quite drained. If you will excuse me, I must go rest for awhile."

Snipped for putting the emo in demon. )

But now Fandom was holding an alumni event, and Raven found herself thinking over these past few months as she debated whether she would be going or not. No, of course she would be going; she could not miss the opportunity to see old friends. And they didn't know her memories had returned, for she'd asked Karla to not tell anyone to give her time to settle.

It was the anxiety creeping in now to disturb the peace she'd found that had her feeling somewhat uneasy. But she refused to let it take hold. She shook her head, took a deep breath, and centered herself, pushing the thoughts away as she put her focus back on the paperwork she was looking over involving expenses for one of the orphanages.

[Open for visits, phone calls, texts, or whatnot. SP because work and running off to doctor's appointment!]
trigons_child: (Studying)
Raven sat cross-legged in the center of her bed, idly stroking Philia as she went through a collection of her belongings, jewelry and photos and other assorted trinkets she'd piled before her. Some of the items felt so familiar, but not enough to pierce through to her conscious mind. She sighed in frustration, and Philia nosed her hand with a wuff of concern.

It was so vexing, not being able to remember anything. Her mind had been through a great trauma and needed time to heal, and that healing was best done naturally rather than hastened along with her own abilities or that of any other. She certainly felt an instinctive trust of Queen Karla, and she definitely hadn't sensed any ill-intent from her or Jaenelle, just concern -- and relief?

In the meantime, though...redecorating. The staff had given her strange looks when she'd asked for the curtains and bed coverings in her chambers to be replaced, but then seemed extremely eager enough to help out and get rid of all the dark and gloomy black lace and velvets. Honestly, she didn't now how someone could live in a room like that.

[Open for any in Glacia or phone calls/texts with a confused empath. ;) ]
trigons_child: (Brooding B&W)
Raven had returned to Glacia after leaving the dance, and had retreated to her rooms. She wasn't sulking. Well, not much, but her feelings had been hurt and it still stung. She'd controlled her temper, at least -- she'd felt it trying to slip free of her control, much stronger than it should have been, which was worrisome. Being angry was one thing, but unleashing carelessly was another thing entirely. But while she kept Wrath in check, Envy was doing its best to twist her emotions.

Philia sensed her downcast mood and jumped up on the bed and lay her head in Raven's lap. Raven buried her fingers in the dog's soft fur and tried to smile down at her, but her heart really wasn't in it.


[Open for any in Glacia, texts, phone calls, or what not.]
trigons_child: (Gentle smile)
With all the time differences between Fandom and Glacia, not to mention time spent in other worlds, keeping track of just what day it was could just be asking for a headache. So Raven was very much surprised when one of the staff told her she had visitors, and even more surprised when she went outside and found the wagon and its occupants waiting for her, bearing birthday gifts.

Much later, after making certain that all her visitors had full stomachs and a place to spend the night, Raven retreated to one of the Estate's sitting rooms, Philia curled at her feet. She clutched some of her presents to her chest as she read and re-read the letters from the children. She wasn't crying. The sitting room was just dusty, that was all.

[Open for those in Glacia or text/phone calls, but it's late, so SP will be in effect!]
trigons_child: (Serious Raven is serious)
Raven had asked Hannibal to accompany her to the orphanages she was inspecting today as a way to distract him from his recent troubles. Immersing herself in the welfare of others also helped distract herself from the same, of course, so the trip had a double purpose. Well, triple, since she was very dedicate to her duty of making sure the children of Glacia were well cared for.

There were three orphanages on her agenda for today, two to the north of Sidra, and one to the southwest. She was most concerned about the third, since it was in a province that had been deeply loyal to Hobart, and she had little doubt that many of the aristos there had little care for orphaned children, particularly landen ones. But perhaps she was just being pessimistic and all would be well.

Yeah, right.

[For le cannibal. Warning: dark themes ahead (this is Kaeleer, after all). And the third thread is going nsfw, la.]
trigons_child: (Concerned)
Raven had been just a tiny bit miffed that neither Jono or Karla had called for her to tend to Hannibal when they'd brought him to Glacia, but she also knew that not everyone liked to be fussed over in the manner she usually did. So she'd kept her distance for a time to give him some space. He wasn't in any life-threatening danger after all.

After a couple of days she had to see for herself how Hannibal was doing. She made her way to the rooms Karla had given him and knocked lightly on the door. "Dr. Lecter?" she said. "It is Raven. Would you like some company?"


[For the one upon whose door Raven is gently tapping.]
trigons_child: (Feeling lost)
Raven missed the rooftop of the dorms back in Fandom, but she'd found an adequate replacement at Karla's estate. Wrapped in her cloak and staring up at the stars or out at the lights of the city, it almost felt like she was back to a time when life was simpler. Well, mostly.

She'd been on edge for weeks now, her emotional state veering between highs and lows. She hadn't felt this out of control in awhile, since the war had ended. She knew she should go see Dr. Lecter again, but while he wasn't afraid of bumping into her demon side, she worried what she might do. She'd used her gifts to kill again, had tapped deep into the powers her father had bestowed upon herself and her brothers. Except this time it hadn't made her sick to do it, and she had a feeling that was a bad sign.

She'd retreated to the roof to try to put a little distance between her and the emotions around her. Centering herself, however, wasn't happening. Brooding? Perhaps.


[Open for anyone in Glacia, texts, or phone calls!]
trigons_child: (Studying)
After doing her rounds of the camp to see if anyone needed any healing or help she could offer, Raven retired to her tent. It was a little lonely now, since she'd shared it with Dinah and Momoko before they'd left to take care of tasks elsewhere, but she was used to solitude.

She settled in with the book she was reading, the second in something called "The Raven Cycle." How could she resist a title like that?


[Open for she who needs healing first, then anyone else or texts or whatnot.]

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