Take Back the Crown

"Thanks..." * Dásos reaches up to touch her scalp, and scratches a little.* *lifting her head, her eyes cross a little as she focuses on his pointing finger.* *She reaches a hand forward and gently swats Bo's hand down.*

*Looking more closely, Dásos notices a tear in the shoulder of Bo's vest, and remembers Anóitos, sitting on a chair under candlelight, sewing a torn boot.* *Dásos recalls a few hours further back into the past, when she had fallen while climbing down from a tree, and stared at her knee as the blood seeped through her leggings, until the sharp aches and throbbing settled in, and Dásos limped home, nearly falling over when she began to run towards home, to look for the wizard; she recalls the look on the wizard's face, when she walked in, and how he rushed forward and gave her a hug, saying "What happened to you!?".*

*Dásos sees a few small dried red spots near the tear, and pulls the backpack over her shoulder, which she then proceeds to drag a shirt out of it.* *A sock-like garment pops out to the side, falling to the paved cobblestones in the process.* *Lifting the green silk to the light, Dásos steps forward to press the shirt collar to his other shoulder--stretching the length of the sleeve towards his wrist, which came up short.*

*Dásos blinks, quickly turning back to stuff the shirt and sock back into the bag.* *She then flips open a smaller pouch, from which she pulls a small, nearly-flat tin box.* *The Wizard had applied salve onto Dásos' toe and knee, after turning a small vial, full of stinging liquid, onto a hankerchief.* *Dásos had not wanted to pack the strongly-smelling liquid, but remembered the peculiar numbness of the salve.*

"For pain." *She's about to hold out the salve and vial, but again remembers seeing the wizard sew, and so reaches down for another small pocket, to take out a pouch of needle and thread.* *Dásos holds both sets in either hand towards Bo.* "For tears."

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"No problem."

Bo patiently watched Dasos with interest as she silently observed him and pieced things together. The silence came with its share of awkwardness, but so did most silences between strangers, so he was ok with that. "Heh, yyyep. That's not gonna fit, haha," he chuckled when she took out the small shirt. It seemed that she'd come to the same deduction he had earlier: that he needed new clothes. He of course, appreciated her efforts, but for obvious reasons, Dasos put the shirt away. He just smile in amusement of at the wordless exchange.

He watched as she again rummaged through her bag for something else, and was surprised to see that she's pulled out a vial and things to sew with. He gave a look at his shoulder and the tear in his vest that she'd eyed earlier. "Oh! Wait, that's for me?" For someone he just met, she was very quick to be resourceful and helpful! "Ah, you really don't have to give me those! I treated the cut earlier! It's just a scratch, really. And I don't think I have the sewing skills to patch it up nicley myself anway. But I that's awfully nice of you to try and help, Dasos. You're a real gem."

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A grin slowly spread across his face "alright, here." He plopped the marble into his palm. "People just see this as what it is, a marble. But if I so wish it, I can use any residual emotional energy attached to it, to catch a glimpse of a memory." He paused for a moment, recalling what little memory the object held. He reached out to the hand that held the marble, almost hesitant, and as soon as the fey's fingertips tapped against the other man's wrist, he too could see the image dancing faintly in his mind.

A boy, clutching a handful of marbles, playing a game in the floor. Then it shift suddenly, the boy was gone, as well as his hand full of marbles, excluding the one that garret now held in his own hand. A man approached, unaware, as he stepped on the round object, crying out angrily before the scene cut off.

Foxrun withdrew his hand, the marble too, returning it to the pile of other assorted marbles. "Certain objects call out to me, some call so strongly they force their energy to show me what they contain." He shrugged "gets annoying at times. In this case, it allowed me to choose the single culprit of someone's demise." He joked as he gestured to the other items in the shop "I'm sure each object here holds at least some sort of story. Some are more clear, some are like these other marbles, too faint to show me anything, but enough that I know someone once cherished this set."

Of course that was just part of what his magic entitled, yet that was the simplified way of how it worked. "I noticed you wondered about my father?"

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Garrett listened to Foxrun explain his powers, trying to understand how exactly they worked. When the fey showed him the memories attached to the marble, he was only a bit surprised by the experience. After all, he was no stranger to seeing things not through his own eyes. No vision could probably scare him more than the time Dorian decided to show off the fact that he could share what he saw by doing just that while jumping off a cliff (later turning into a hawk, of course), so he only let out a curious hum about what he saw from the marble.
"This is all very interesting. Way better magic than just throwing ice bolts around." The soldier joke. "And I'll admit, I was curious about what you had said about him, but I really do not wish to pry."

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He chuckled as well "oh don't be so proper." He fanned a hand as he watched the shopkeeper eyeing them, it really must seem a bit suspicious if they stand around handling things for too long without even buying them. So before they drew more negative attention, he offered a friendly wave. "If you're willing to be open with me, I gladly can return the favor." He took a moment to collect himself "my father was a mage, that's where a lot of this comes from honestly. But he got tied up with the same group that later enslaved me and some of our people. I don't fully know how he came to work under their court honestly? But once they had him, they didn't want to loose him, and could care less how it affected him." He then tilted his head as he tried to think of a reason but then shrugged "see, this magic deals with emotion l as I stated. Turning it into a sort of raw energy. My father could manipulate people using this energy. Something that the court clearly valued. But messing with those levels of magic? And using it for such dark purposes? That quickly became detrimental to my father's health. Forcing the magic on someone else, can inhibit certain side effects on the user. It all goes hand in hand really." He sighed slightly "He tried to runaway, taking me and my mother, but they caught us. From the fear of what they would do to his family, he continued to do their work. My mother left, she didn't understand why we had to stay. So she didnt. She's a free spirit, I can't blame her. But he could. And he did. He blinded himself with things he knew were not true. And the pressure from everything, just caused him to snap. He couldn't take it anymore, and he took his own life." The next words came rather bluntly, "he was selfish, and a coward. And he got in over his head." He then huffed "I just don't want to end up that way."
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Garrett listened to Foxrun's tale quietly as they walked out of the shop. He was briefly confused as Foxrun mentioned a court, but he soon remembered some stories told to him before.
"You're talking about the unseelie court, right?" He asked.

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The fey nodded "A sanction of it at least. They're part of it, but they formed their own little band that eventually grew. So they are, but aren't?" He grinned at how ridiculous that sounded. "It's odd how I actually don't know much about it, despite my father as well as myself being part of it at points in our life."

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"That sounds rather weird." Garrett chuckled. "And you can take part of something without knowing much about it." The soldier stated with a shrug before looking around, trying to decide where to go next before simply choosing at random.

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"That's... well, that is quite a bit to take in." He said squinting his eyes, trying to see the man who made such claims, "Hmm, I don't see the resemblance." He lied. Her father didn't seem a savory character in Ashlar's eyes, but then again... he himself didn't seem a savory character. It was a miracle that the group let him tag along in the first place. He shifted in his saddle. To him it seemed like this man, whoever he was, was trying to suck up to Aggie with gifts and honeyed words. Perhaps he was telling the truth, but that didn't mean he didn't have ulterior motives or was good at twisting his words and thus the truths he uttered. Ashlar finally stopped staring at him, and instead looked at Aggie with a softened expression, "Whoever he is, and whether he speaks the truth or not, you've made it this far without a father. Just... tread carefully. Be sure that he comes to you with sincere intentions and not some hidden agenda."

When Svetlana was done tending to Yaroslav, she left the caravan with a deep sigh. They had been traveling non stop for weeks, and Yaroslav was severely injured! She couldn't help but feel slightly irritated with the wait, as this group and their well being was her responsibility. And they were far from being well. They were covered in grime, blood, dirt, and all sorts of filthy components that she couldn't identify. They hadn't had access to water for bathing in days, so they're stench was soon to fill up the market and drive the poor customers away.
She turned her head about, searching the crowd for the woman who escorted them into the city. But instead, she spotted the princess making her way back towards the caravans- with a horse of all things! Svetlana rolled her eyes, but offered an amused smile, "You know, it would be much appreciated if you asked for the pets first instead of bringing them home with a pup's beggar face." With that she looked over the horse, holding her chin, "What breed is he? Have you decided on a name for this other mouth to feed?" She asked, patting the horse on his neck.
 
Jauquilinne strode through the market, the crowds parting in whispers of fabric and voices hushed low. They all knew her by the blue cloak that fluttered in her wake and the halo of silver hair.
Knight-Commander Blaydhart, head peace keeper in all of Tarfella.
Her armor gleaned in the sun, every step accompanied by a soft clanking noise. She marched up to the old woman of the caravan under her supervision and frowned apologetically.
"My apologies for the wait. I had an urgent matter to take care of to assemble your accommodations." A stiff bow. "Please follow me."
With a swift pivot on her heel, the Knight-Commander set off again at a steady march, the crowds still hushed. The silverette parted the onlookers like a gleaming blade leaving a path for the caravan to follow.

Oceana leapt back into the wagon before Jauquilinne could see her. She knew their reunion was inevitable, but she would avoid it for as long as she could.
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Noticing that the caravan was about to start moving, Kacel’la wondered if she should climb into one of the wagons or just walk jog besides it. However Oceana's quick escape from the silver-haired soldiers sight drew her attention.
Between one blink and the next she was standing besides the elf.
"Do you know that knight in some way?" She asked, curiosity and worry lacing her words in equal measure. "You look very set on not being seen. Sorry if I'm prying."

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Bo's attention was drawn away from Dásos when he saw the knight come back to guide them to the place they'd be staying. "O-oh." He grabbed the reigns of his horse and lifted up a finger as he spoke. "Um. It looks like we're going to leave about now."

"We'll be staying in town for a short time, I think. To re-stock supplies, get cleaned up." He pointed to the tear in his vest on his shoulder. "I'll have time to fix this, haha." "But, yeah! It's been a pleasure to meet you!" He gave a warm smile and a head nod, then held out his hand for a handshake.

"I hope I see you around!"

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Looking towards the man as well she exhaled and closed her eyes, shrugging a little,"Well, even without the looks, he has the matching broach to mine. Symbol and everything." touching the red gem on her throat thoughtfully, she sighed and looked at him, smiling softly,"But Ill be careful of course." smoothing out her hood she looked around the marketplace with another sense of awe before thinking.
"Hey Ive never been to a city before...would you want to walk around with me later? We could grab some things well, maybe bring the others and get a bite to eat from the locale hertiages?" her face flushed a little and she shrugged,"Or we dont have to bring anyone I just want to...relax and see the things."

Clicking her tongue, she eased her horse to follow the caravan.

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Foxrun nodded in agreement "good point." Then turned to follow the soldier as well, but seeing the caravan was on the move he perked up "oh, it looks like we're heading on now anyways." He gazed over the crowd that parted for the woman who had previously greeted them as the two made way to join the others. This was definitely drawing lots of attention to the group now, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that as eyes followed them every step of the way.
"Well Garret, thank you for accompanying me," he chuckled slightly before adding "and of course keeping me from appearing like a lost child in this unfamiliar place."

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Oceana's head snapped around to glare at the fiery haired elf.
"No. I donnae know her beyond the fact that I broke some kind of rule by killing some monsters while I was here last." The wood elf rolled her eyes and sneered.
"Silly half-breed knight thinks she can keep people safe." The huntress glared down at her hands, turning away.
"If she really wanted to protect the city she wouldn't let scum like that exist."
And she fell silent, and if Kacel'la were to speak again, it would fall on deaf ears.
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Kacel'la's warm smile fell instantly when Oceana glared at her, sneering out every word. The more human side of her wanted to tell the elf off for being so rude or just snap back. The more animal side, courtesy of her bloodline, wanted to make her bare her teeth and snap her wings out to issue a challenge for someone to dared disrespect her without cause.
But the hissed word 'half-breed' made her blood run cold and face freeze into a dead mask of an absolute lack of emotion. Without a word she spun on her heel and seemed to take a step right out the wagon before vanishing.

'And here you thought you had found a group who could grow to accept an abomination of a half-breed like you.' A traitorous voice whispered in the back of her head as she followed the wagon with her eyes from where she had appeared standing on a rooftop.'Even your elven kind doesn't even like those who look normal, so what would they say about a monster, huh?'
Kacel'la did her best to block it out before vanishing to the text roof to follow the team.

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Lucasta was about to reply to Svetlana, until the silver haired knight approached and invited them to follow her. Lucasta shrugged and looked at her. "Perhaps we can talk about this another time. Seems we are needed." She pat her horse's snout then tugged on the lead to follow the knight.
 
At first, Ashlar smiled brightly at the invitation extended by Aggie. And though he wanted to accept, he found himself politely declining. His smile morphed into a slight frown and he turned his head awkwardly, "Ah... I'm sorry, I would love to but... I don't think now is the best time. I mean, we've had a long journey, and I'm sure Svetlana will have need of our help in the coming days. We don't usually get nice breaks like this city, and there's a lot of restocking to be done, and tasks to be fulfilled..." He hoped that Agitha would understand, though the real reason he did not wish to be with her had nothing to do with Svetlana the taskmaster, "Perhaps another time." He added hopefully, giving her an apologetic glance.
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Svetlana gave Lucasta a raised eyebrow in response to her avoidance of the conversation, but it was true nonetheless- that it wasn't the best time to be discussing it now that their host had returned, "Ah, yes." Svetlana approached the front of the caravan, heaving herself up onto the bench and grasping the reigns, "Thank you, my dear. Please lead the way." She added with a slight head bow to the fair haired woman.
 
Watching his mind turn with thought, the dark elf's face went deep in color when he smiled. He just looked so pure and beautiful when he did so and was delighted that she was the one that gave that smile a reason to grace his face. It took a moment or two for her head to fully register that he had to deny her offer.
Smiling back and raising a hand up to her own face, she tried to rub away her hard blush from her scarred cheeks, shrugging a tad,"Hey no I understand! Just let me know whenever and we can plan something, yea?" smoothing her hand down to tug at her hood, she glanced to the front of the caravan and exhaled slowly.

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Jauquilinne sighed and decided to make small talk with the group. They were her guests after all. Her father would spin in his grave if she were to be a lack luster hostess.
"You've made it just in time for the festivities." Came the clipped murmur. "The Jarl will be excited to see you as will-"
An eager cry interrupted the knight's awkward attempt at conversation.
"Jax! Is this our guests?! Oh there's a great many of them, aren't there?"
A tall woman, even taller than the imposing Knight-Commander herself, strolled up to the caravan.
The grin on her face was reminiscent of a fox who knew exactly how to find the geese eggs.
Her red robes fluttered behind her, lending a sharp contrast to Jauquilinne's deep blue cape.
The crimson hair gliding about her shoulders caught ablaze in the sun. The two made quite the eclectic pair.
"Oh. Its you." The silverette grumbled.
Valerie narrowed her eyes though the smile never left her face.
"What a lovely new greeting you have there, old friend. I've never seen you so excited to see me." The true-red head drawled, her flat tone coming in a register below her initial greeting. A hand rose and rolled around a wrist in an exasperated gesture.
At this dry barb though, the knight couldn't hold back a small smile, she turned away so Valerie couldn't see.
She decided introductions were in order.
So she elbowed her companion in the ribs hard enough to evoke a wince.
"Hey-!" A glare "Oh! Right! Ahem-em. Let me introduce myself." Valerie turned around, and walking backwards declared her identity to the group.
"I'm Thane of the City of Tarfella. Valerie Morgenstern, The Red Alchemist." A wink.
"But you all can call me Val."
That earned her another armored elbow.
"Whhhaaaat? What do you want from me Jauquilinne Lilith Blaydhart?" The human demanded, rubbing her side and spinning back around.
That caused the secret smile to grow wider, and the halfblood knight had to recruit a gauntleted hand to hide it.
"Oh perhaps gold from lead? Yes. I want that. Then maybe your head will have a higher value than a door ram."
The alchemist nearly stuck her tongue out, her brows furrowed.
The knight was undaunted.
"Barring that, maybe some manners befitting your station would be appreciated."
Valerie rolled her eyes and decided to make small talk with the rest of the group.

Not too long after that they came upon the tall brick building that was Jauquilinne's manor. An inn-turned-training-ground for squires who would one day become knights. They bunked in a handful of the many rooms and there would be surely enough room for all of them, the rooms easily fit two or three people and extra cots were always at the ready.
It was an impressive set up, especially when it came to the yard housed between the entrance hall and the actual barracks. Walls were lined with equipment and several young knights were training as the group rolled through.
There was one young woman in particular who took several hard hits from a blunted sword and landed on the ground, all without the cries and curses everyone else seemed to grind out.
Oceana watched this with her head tilted in curiosity, poking her face around the wagon. As soon as they came to a stop she darted back in, hiding once again.
She heard Jauquilinne's voice echo through the courtyard.
"Welcome to Blaydhart manor."
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Upon arriving to their temporary safe haven, Svetlana sighed in relief. It was a welcoming sight for her, and surely the others, who had been sleeping under the stars for weeks on end. Not to mention they had hardly any water for baths and they all stunk worse than wild dogs, "Thank you for your hospitality." She gestured to both the knight and the thane, a new face she had not seen before who had accompanied them. Though Svetlana had sat quietly throughout most of their ride, for there were other pressing matters on her mind.
"I am deeply grateful for your help, I doubt any taverns would want to take in my smelly bunch under their wing." She chuckled, stepping off of the bench of her caravan. She walked around to the back. Upon opening the door she saw Oceana, and the old woman smiled, "Look's like someone doesn't want to be seen, hmm?" She commented before kneeling next to her grandson. She grasped his hand, "Yaro, can you walk? We're finally at a place we can rest."
"Yes." He grumbled. She raised her eyebrow at him, "Alright, with assistance, yes." He corrected himself, of course his grandmother wouldn't allow him attempting to walk on his own. Ever so slowly, she helped prop him up until he was sitting. With his strained groans, Svetlana looked at him with concern. "Don't worry, it looks worse than it feels." He grunted, but it wasn't very convincing to the old woman.
Eventually they managed to get him through the door so he could stand, which was far harder to do than sitting up. He winced at every move, grasping at the blight wound, but after getting past the stairs he finally stood on his own two feet. Well, for the most part. He would be falling to the floor if not for his grandmother acting as a crutch. Though their steps were slow, she brought him around before the knight and thane, "Now, could you show me where we will be sleeping?" She sniffed the air, "And... also where we can clean ourselves." She added with a humorous smile.
 
Oceana cringed when the caravan door opened but scowled Svetlana's teasing.
The elf sniffed.
But the old woman was right.
She desperately needed a bath.
Which meant she would have to face Jauquilinne.
The huntress took a deep breath and a sigh rushed out, as if she had been hit in the gut.
She stepped into the light of day and hopped off the wagon, fussing over Yaroslav if her worried gaze was anything to go by.
A sudden gasp caused Oceana to cringe and sigh once more.
She turned baleful eyes to the startled knight and her unimpressed companion.
She raised a red eyebrow.
"Jax is this that one elven ruffian you told me about?"
The knight nodded profusely, still dumbstruck.
"Yes! Yes she's the one who killed those slave masters several years ago!"
A mix of trepidation and awe mingled in the normally stoic woman's lavender eyes.
"She's the one who sav-!" Jauquilinne had another flash of epiphany.
"Galiana! Galiana!" Rang the excited cry, and the squires and knights in the yard whipped around to look at their commander in shock. The strangely quiet girl Oceana noticed before ran over and saluted, panting lightly.
"Galiana oh Galiana my girl!" Jauquilinne said happily "You'll never believe who this is!"
Oceana narrowed her eyes, giving the ginger haired girl a once over. She was human, like many of the other knights, but a dark green tattoo split her face oddly and the elf got the feeling it was meant to look blocky and ugly.
A mark that branded a person as lesser.
"Slave tattoo..." she whispered, aquamarine eyes alive with a furious sadness.
Galiana looked up at her whispering and tilted her head, spring green eyes narrowed in contemplation.
"Galiana this woman-! She was the one! She killed the slave masters!"
The squire's head whipped to Jauquilinne and back to Oceana, eyes wide.
The huntress was glaring at the knight, internally screaming for her to shut her mouth. She wasn't any kind of hero. And she didn't want to be.
"She was the one who saved you."
The knight finally said with a grin.
Oceana rolled her eyes, her gut roiling with a nasty mix of fear, shame and a dread she couldn't place.
"I'm nae a hero or anything. I'm just a dirty elf savage, as I recall?"
The knight had the grace to look ashamed, cheeks flushing slightly.
"I never knew you had-!"
"Shut it you half blood dog. Now you're tripping over yourself to thank me? What happened to the down talk, Knight- Commander? Or do you suddenly have a fetish for people with face tattoos?"
Oceana sneered and gestured to Galiana who was backing away, bewildered, hands up in a defensive manner.
The knight clammed up instantly, her face a hard mask of disdain, rage bubbling in her eyes.
"At least there's no shackles this time."
Valerie stepped between the huntress and the knight, actually staring down the commander with her disapproving gaze.
"Jax. Stop it. She's your guest. You know what Lucien would say about that."
The knight instantly deflated.
"Fine. Fine." She grumbled.
"This way to the rooms."
Leading them into the building, Jauquilinne marched with Galiana and Valerie on her heels.
The long halls stretched the length of the building and held doors upon doors.
"Down that hall and to the right, down the stairs is the bath. It's communal so I hope you're not shy." The cultured tones were clipped and flat.
It was obvious that the knight was upset and sure enough she disappeared to leave the group to settle in.
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Entering the massive building, she felt really...small. Being a little overwhelmed, she picked up Pippa as a sense of security, rubbing at his fat little cheeks. He retorted for a small instant but then chilled out and accepted the pets. Adjusting her bags that were on her back with a simple shrug, she went to go drop off her things into one of the rooms that were assigned to the caravan travelers.
Pippa made his pick of one of the beds in the corner and Aggie placed her bags down in suit before sitting down, exhaling with relief. "Its been ages since I laid in one of these." running her hands along the rough blanket, she closed her eyes and exhaled before gathering herself.
She couldn't wait to go and take a bath, she didn't take a proper one in weeks, just quick scrubs in places that needed it. Internally she cringed at the thought and felt really gross. Pippa needed one too but she would wash him out with the horses probably. Didn't want to have a stinky wet dog perving on anyone because frankly he would since he had the mental capacity to understand what naked was.

Eventually she fished into her bags and pulled out a clean dress that she was looking forward to wearing ever since she bought it on the start of her journey. ( X ) Brushing her fingers along the material she smiled and dug out a small mesh bag filled with soaps and herbs.
Pleased with her extraction from her bag she trotted her way to the baths asap
 
Oceana held her chin high in challenge all the way into the building. Once inside a room she slumped, breath whooshing out in a compulsive sigh.
She took her armor off piece by piece, trying to relax. The city made her nervous; so lonely yet so crowded, she felt. And there were always eyes watching and ears listening in a way that was much more sinister than the forest.
Her brow furrowed against worrying or self deprecating thoughts, she rummaged for a semi-clean linen shirt and leather breeches.
Taking another deep breath, and then another, she reappeared in the hall and padded lithely to the baths.
She looked to be the first one in.
Cringing inwardly at having to share, she muttered to herself quietly as she undress from her tight leather under-armor.
Steam swirled around a roughly tiled room, a giant pool of heated water in the center.
There were washing stations off to one wall and the elf scrubbed quickly with her goat soap and rough linen cloth. She scrubbed hard and fast until her skin was clean and nearly raw, then dumped a bucket over her head. Sighing in relief she realized she was still alone.
Maybe if she was quick she wouldn't have to deal with the others.
That was her hope at least, until the door swung open just as she made it fully into the bath.
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Peering into the room quickly before she fully entered, she saw tendrils of hair floating about in the bath, belonging to Oceana. Keeping her head low, she was unsure on how the other woman was presented so she kept her gaze adverted. Carrying her items close to her chest she made her way to one of the washing stations, gently placing down her dress on a table off to the side.

Having grown up in a school of magic, she was raised in a very loose and casual environment and understood that nudity was really nothing to be ashamed of. She didn't know how it was for anyone else though and that didn't quite cross her mind. Doing her own thing she poured a bucket of water over her head with her back to Oceana, a gasp coming from her as she tensed at the sudden rush of chill. Sitting there for a minute she started to wash her now longer hair, exhaling slowly and looking at where she was washing.
Pausing again she turned her head slightly to acknowledge the other, debating on asking on how she was or not.

/ Is that appropriate conversation starters in a bath? /

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