by Melenna on April 15th, 2013, 3:47 pm
OoC Note: Due to Delos retiring, I'm double posting to get some closure for the thread
Melpomene decided that it would be best to take care of her washing alone, but the least she could do was show the Pycon out of the dressing room in case more women showed up to change. She carefully set him just outside the door, then turning back to find herself a decent bath. The feature she'd paid for was thankfully a private room, which was already prepared for her when she made her way in. A large circular bath had been carved into the floor and plated with light green ceramics,and rugs had been placed all around them to reduce the slipperiness of the wood. There were even racks for towels and curtained windows, and overwhelming it all was a moist scent of lavender.
It took all the self control the Konti had not to run and dive headfirst into the shallow pool. Her heart had taken on a quick beat, warming her skin before it ever touched the water. When her body finally slid into the sudsy bath, she very nearly cooed. Instead of starting to scrub and get the bath over with, she lightly paddled around while floating on her stomach, occasionally flipping on her back just to feel her hair lightly twist in the water. The water was never deep enough to submerge herself while standing, but the buoyancy was there all the same, as well as a slight current that made a circular pattern of bubbles.
When Melpomene managed to reign herself in, she started with the scrubbing of her hair. She didn't spend much time thinking about what was in it, simply going at her scalp with her fingertips until the wet strands were wet and smooth. She then went through the very long process of wiping the grit out of every crevice her scales provided, laying them flat and making them lie like perfect glass on her skin. Melpomene likely would have gone on for at least an hour more as she worked on her nails and the delicate skin between her toes and fingers, but the presence of a song interrupted her blissful cleaning. There was a deep sound, steady and pulsing, another tune that closely followed it, and then something lighter and more reluctant, halting here and there as it came closer.
Then there were male voices. Melpomene froze suddenly, thinking it strange and wondering if she had misinterpreted the sounds, but they were there, only slightly muted by the wooden walls. She clutched her soap as they came closer, heavy boots and the metallic rub of chainmail accenting their approach. Could it be? But it couldn't! The bath house wasn't far from the slave enclave (as it hadn't seemed far from Delos' residence), but the Pycon had predicted that only a few guards might be searching for her. Had someone seen them on the streets and sold them out?
No, no! That can't be true! Melpomene cringed when the feet came to a stop near her door, suddenly pulling herself down into the water. She wouldn't be entirely hidden by the murky water, but she wouldn't be able to breath long in the heavy stuff, either. With her ears cushioned by the thick liquid, she could no longer hear anything from the outside world, but the songs were still present in her inner ear. A minute went by and she felt a sudden jerk in all three songs—surprise followed by the sound of a bell. Her head tilted up towards the wooden ceiling, and there she saw the dark and distorted face of a man.
Hands came down, quick and cruelly breaking the water, but Melpomene was faster. Her body bent forwards over her knees, feet flat against the bath's rim as she gave a strong kick. The man's fingers barely brushed her calf as she surfaced, and her feet touched back against the floor, this time in the center of the bath. With her hair flat and dripping streams across her face, she was able to get a better look at the men; two were dressed in light armor dyed black, and the third between them was a slightly abashed young woman in a brown robe that was one of the bath house's uniforms.
“Hey, you! You're that escaped Konti. Give me your hand and this doesn't have to be messy.” The man nearest to the bath's edge growled and held out his gloved fingers, a stern glare on his face.
“I'm... I'm no such thing!” Melpomene's lie shook even as it slipped from her lips.
“Yeah? What's that mark on your hand, then? Who's your master?”
Here, Melpomene hesitated, though she immediately slipped her hand back into the water at her side. Part of her told her to mention Delos, who had promised to do smooth talking to get them both out of trouble, but it seemed unlikely that he could convince anyone to let them go if she was recognized. Her jaw snapped shut and she waded further back, her tenuous voice almost shrill. “I don't have a master!”
“She's going to play that game?” The other guard sighed, beginning to make his way to the other side of the tub. “Look, we don't want to hurt you, just come along.”
“Please, do what they say.” The young woman present wrung her hands, looking back into the hall behind her. “We really don't need a scene.”
There was no point in denying it further, but the Konti wasn't just about to walk back to the man who just might skin her. “I can't—you don't understand, you don't know what they'll do to me.”
“I know what I'll have to do.” The guard who had made his way behind her lashed out with a hand, and before she could spring away again, his fingers wrapped around the leather strings at her suit's back. She was jerked against the side of the tub and fished out, then dragged to her knees as the others came for her. There was no fight in her as her hand was taken and examined, to which one of the guards sighed.
“Slavers really are getting lax if a creature like this can get away. Let's deliver her back and get the reward.”
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