:...Queen's Own talk, or Mindhealing talk?: Yfandes noses at his hair. :Nap sounds good. You'd be welcome to join me in the stables, but it's noisy during the day and it's not really private, I imagine you could use some peace and quiet right now before anyone wants to celebrate with you: 

: Mindhealing stuff. And yeah, I think I'm just going to hide in my room for a bit so I'm more awake for celebrating later.:

:I hope it was helpful – you should fill me in later once you've rested: Nuzzle. :I'm really proud of you, love. Want a ride back to your wing?: 

:Sure, thank you.: That way he can spend the next few minutes thinking about how nice Yfandes is instead of paying attention to where he's going.

Yfandes will supply him with cheerful chatter about getting to know all the foals her friends have had in the time they were away, and then drop him off at the door. 

Awww. Companion foals: probably super cute. 

And then he can go hide under a blanket and poke at his memories of Savil's sofa and see if they feel any different and be very unsure if he's hoping they will or hoping they won't.

It's pretty subtle when he's just remembering it, but at least some of the times he'll notice a strange bouncing feeling and then he's thinking about Mardic and Donni. 

That's so weird. He doesn't like it. He keeps poking at it, the way you poke at a missing tooth, confirming over and over that yup, still there, still bad. At least he's physically and mentally exhausted enough that eventually he takes an actual nap for an hour or so. When he wakes up he is, if not exactly ready to face the world, at least capable of doing so.

A note has appeared under his door! It's from Savil, asking if he'd be up for a little party over at her suite. Mardic and Donni want to come, Herald Tantras as well; she'll invite Lissa and Shavri too if Abras is up for that many people. 

Sure, he's up for a small party, and Shavri and Lissa are definitely welcome. 

Savil, whenever he heads over, is bustling around tidying up and getting the suite ready for guests. The sofa is right there, ready to loudly be a sofa at him. 

Apparently his main mental association with the sofa is now less "Tylendel (who is DEAD)" and more "can't trust his own brain or be sure what's going on in there". Which is . . . progress? He supposes? He tries to ignore the sofa and help Savil set things up.

They have everything clean and ready, and wine and snacks out on the sideboard, by the time Mardic and Donni arrive.

Mardic hugs Abras. "This is so exciting. And terrifying. I can't believe we're both graduating." 

Donni throws a handful of paper stars all over him. "Ta-da! I pronounce you – Herald Abras!" 

Abras instinctively tries to dodge the paper stars, then turns red; it's not clear whether he's embarrassed about flinching or about the phrase "Herald Abras". He smiles ruefully at the stars on the floor and says "Thanks," then turns back to Mardic. "Exciting and terrifying is right."

Lissa gets there next. She picks him up and swings him around. "I'm so proud of you, baby brother!" 

"Thanks," he says warmly, and he means it. He wonders briefly if his father would be proud, tries not to care. "I wonder what sort of work they're going to have me doing around here."

"Mindspeech relay with Tran and routine mage-work around the place to start, I'd guess," Savil jumps in. "Maybe Farsight checkpoints, you're pretty solid on that. Lancir will keep your schedule open so you can get lessons in your less-trained Gifts as well. Oh - how's your Fetching coming along? Lance asked me if you'd need a teacher, but I know you've been practicing a lot on your own." 

"Those all sound like good things to be doing. Um, a Fetching teacher can probably point out things I haven't thought to practice but if you think I should focus on other stuff but if you think it's better not to have one that's fine too."

"We'll have to see what makes sense. Probably a couple of lessons wouldn't hurt, if you're solid then your teacher can say so and not waste any more time. You'll need more Healing, I think. Oh, and really we ought to see if we can do anything with your Bardic." 

"I definitely want to study Healing. And Bardic, but I'm really interested in Healing. I know I don't have enough to get anywhere serious with it but I want to try anyway."

"Good! Even a weak Healing Gift can be incredibly useful out in the field. And I'm sure Shavri would be delighted to explain things to you. I've never met anyone who could go on as long as she can about a single topic." 

This is the moment at which Shavri arrives. "Are you talking about me?" 

"Yeah, I said I wanted to learn Healing and Savil said you knew a lot about it. Which I already knew but. Maybe you could teach me stuff?"

"Ooh, really? I would love that!" Shavri lights up, and runs over to give him a hug.