The Estate, Sidra, Glacia, Monday Morning (Fandom Time)

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.]