Closed No…No… No… Okay that hurts [Sayren]

[Assilsa Curare]

Assilsa’s head continued to spin however Assilsa began to move slowly towards the door. As her feet touched the ground new waves of dizziness managed to shake her vision. Barring her fangs in annoyance Assilsa attempted to steady her vision.

She felt Sayren behind her talking about clothes and some other words that Assilsa couldn’t exactly focus on, silly Dizziness.

“Yay! Clothes! I think…”

Assilsa turned back to watch her walk. Sayren walked with an odd limp, looking down her leg Assilsa noticed purple blue bruises around her ankle.

“Sayren! Your ankle!”

Quickly turning around to reach for Sayren to help her with her walking.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Silsa reveled about her recieving new clothes. Must be excited to see such kindness from such a rough city such as Nyka. In all truths though, Nyka isn't harsh. Long as you knew what you were doing. The locals would treat you right. With the extension of a fist here and there of course. Anything less wouldn't be Nyka.

Sayren was shocked though. Silsa had quickly hopped off the table and stepped over towards her to help her walk. Sayren gave a small chuckle as she placed an arm around Silsa's neck, "Wasn't I the one helping you move a few bells ago?" Sayren stated as she leaned more weight onto her walking stick than Silsa. Mainly cause she knew Silsa was still weak from her endeavors.

"But yes, I know about my ankle. Been about a Quarter of a Season since I received this...punishment." She could already feel Silsa's confusion. "I understand your confusion. I'll explain more when we start walking towards the Fourth Day Market. My strider should be able to help us. He rarely says no to me. Even if he is in a cocky mood."

As they limped out of the Infirmary, they finally approached the waiting stallion in the courtyard. He still seemed rather suspicious of Silsa as he kept a close eye upon her approach. Sayren whispered into his ear, "Shh now. She's grateful for our help. I just want to make sure she can handle herself. Besides, she seems friendly enough."

TOO friendly, was what the horse insinuated when he snorted. Sayren gave him a small pat on the nose and he rolled his eyes as he dropped onto his knees, making himself lower so the ladies could climb onto his back easier.

Sayren once again offered her hand to Silsa, "Ready to go? Maybe some conversation along the way wouldn't be too bad. It distracts you from being in pain."

[Assilsa Curare]

Feeling the weight of Sayren leaning on her caused her to cringe, putting on a brave face so Sayren wouldn’t worry about her. As they made their slow way out of the infirmary Assilsa tried to work out how to breathe with her stitches. Assilsa had never had any before, she could feel string inside her stomach pulling at her skin, itching her insides.

Her eyes widened as Sayen mentioned punishment, this sort of punishment was extreme it also confused Assilsa, her friend must have noticed this since she said she would explain later. This was starting to concern Assilsa slightly, what if she was to receive a punishment like this? Her bones are so fragile her entire leg would snap instead of just her ankle…

The strider was waiting for Sayren and as it seemed Assilsa. Secretly Assilsa had to admit that the horse was indeed beautiful and mesmerising however that didn’t stop her from being terrified of it. Smiling politely at the horse Assilsa felt Sayren greet the horse, touching its nose.

Taking a few small steps Assilsa found her garnet eyes meeting that of the horse, the two stared into each other’s eyes momentarily however Assilsa began to wonder if the horse was glaring instead of staring.

Yet again Assilsa was offered Sayren’s hand to mount the horse, biting her lip and swallowing her fears. As she felt the Sayren pulling her onto the strong body of the horse Assilsa’s fear overcame and her eyes snapped shut. Clinging tightly to Sayren Assilsa clenched her teeth preparing for the ride.

“You mentioned punishment?”

[Sayren WindDancer]

As Garel began to trot away from the Infirmary, Silsa asked about what kind of punishment Sayren had mentioned earlier. Sayren gave an uneasy smile. "Not really a punishment as in my Master reprimanded me. But more along the lines of, its what I get for going into the Aperture with someone I thought to be my closest friend...As my punishment, he calls me a traitor. Accusing me of possibly murdering our Master. And breaks my leg. All because the Aperture twisted his mind...I've yet to fully forgive him for it."

Her eyes got a little misty from pondering about the subject once more. She wished she could just distract herself with either training, or even work, but because of her injury, neither were possible. So she wallowed in her misery for several days, doing her best to avoid Savio till she felt the nerve to forgive him. Even apologize for not even trying to forgive him.

In an attempt to change the subject, she glanced over her shoulder at Silsa, "So...you needed some clothes?" Not realizing that a tear had streamed down her cheek. They had just entered the Fourth Day Market.

[Assilsa Curare]

Assilsa was shocked, to have someone betray her like that just break some ones trust like that. She could see that it had hurt her newfound friend, as Sayren turned Assilsa saw the a tear had escaped her eye, Assilsa reached over and wiped the tear from her face.

“That is horrible for someone to do!”

Assilsa could feel that she didn’t wish to talk about it, she was the same with her past about Kalinor. Shivering slightly Assilsa attempted to push the memories from the front of her mind.

“Clothes.. yes I need a new corset and possible a dress and maybe even some hunting clothes or some breeches”

[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren gave a small shiver from the small contact Silsa gave her. The brief moment where the pale woman's fingers crossed her cheek and wiped away the shedding tear. Seemed the woman shivered as well from the contact.

However, the moment was temporarily forgotten when they approached the market. That was when Silsa made her suggestions about what kind of clothing she could procure. Mainly essentials from the sounds of it.

"A corset you say?" She pondered, then a smile grew on her lips as the thought hit her. "Well, I received a few corsets from a man named Aleksandar. He has quite the selection of clothes from what I remember."

Just from his mention, a familiar voice called out from his store, "Madone'!" The man said with a smile, "It's been awhile since I've last seen you. How are you enjoying your clothes?"

Sayren smiled as she neared the man, bringing Garel to a halt. "I'm enjoying them. However, I bring a woman here that is in need of some clothes as well."

Aleksandar raised an eyebrow at the sight of Sayren's leg, giving her a look that said she would have to explain that injury later. Then his eyes darted towards the pale woman. Now his eyes widen, "By gods...Is she alright?"

Sayren nodded, "We had just came from the Infirmary."

Aleksandar rubbed his chin in thought, "How about this...have her go to the Bathhouse real quickly to clean up. I'm not trying to shoe you both away, but its mainly the blood. It can provide a sickly sweet smile at times. Then once she's all cleaned up, I may have a few outfits ready for her to try upon her return. But if you would like to insist, I can do away with the torn clothes and have you try some outfits before going to the bathhouse. It is your choice madone'."

[Assilsa Curare]

Assilsa stayed latched onto Sayren in silence, the horse was too tall and too strong, Assilsa had to admit she was terrified, to many years of having her be told that it was a bad idea to ride and here she is on the back of a completely unknown steed.

As she heard words being said between her new found friend and a male voice Assilsa also noticed that the steed had indeed stopped, shaking with all her body Assilsa continued Clinging to Sayren.

“Ill be needing a skirt, a corset, hunting grab and a dress”

She muttered in a small voice, she had no idea where they were since she had closed her eyes and refused to open them until they had dismounted and were firm on the ground.

Assilsa heard the word BathHouse and this made her wonder what such a thing contained, was it one large pool of water? With bubbles and manmade waterfalls? Or was it just many small ponds that people sat in and bathed? Deciding that it was better to focus on then the fact she was riding a horse Assilsa began to imagine the soothing waters.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Aleksandar rubbed his chin in thought. He had a little more scruff on his chin then before, possibly trying to grow out a goatee or something of the sort. "I have such things in supply currently. From the sights of it though, I'm not certain I have anything that will fit your particular taste. Not many Nykans have a thing for darken colors."

"Then you have the right material?" Sayren inquired.

This caused a sly grin to form on Aleksandar's face, "Please Madone'. You underestimate me. Go onto the Bathhouse and by the time you both return. I will have some garments ready at your request."

Sayren smiled gratefully to him, "Many thanks Aleksandar. We'll be back within a bell or so." With that, she reined Garel around and tapped him on the cheek. Letting him know it was okay to begin trotting. She glances around to Silsa with a confident smile, "I haven't been to the Bathhouse either, so I'm not quite sure how it's going to be like. But I bet it would be nice. It'll probably help boost my confidence. What's your thoughts about it?"

[Assilsa Curare]

Sayren hadn’t been there either, that made Assilsa a tiny more confident. She hopped that the bathhouse’s pools wouldn’t be too deep since she didn’t know how to swim or even how to not drown.

The constant bounce of the horse underneath her caused Assilsa to cringe in slight pain, her wound was still sensitive and caused her to whimper silently as her corset moved and touched the wound.

“What are his clothes like?”

Attempting to distract herself Assilsa began to ponder what her new outfits would look like, would they be bright and colourful like the rest of Nyka or could she get the dark clothes again?

“Will they be colourful?”

Looking around the Nyka was they passed through Assilsa noticed that all the walls and houses In Nyka were made of a reddish brown, yet the people wore colours as bright as the spring time.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren smiled at Silsa's first question, "They're amazing. I had purchased some from him before with some help. He has quite the variety, considering most Nykans around here wear bright colors."

Silsa seemed rather concerned about her clothes becoming colorful. Sayren shrugged at the question, "I'm not sure. He said he has some dark colors, but I have a feeling he may try to throw in a few bright colors just to help you blend in with Nyka. Depending on how long you stay of course."

Sayren smiled as they neared their destination. She had seen the Bathhouse a few times in her treks from the Southern Quarter to the Northern, but had never gone to take a look for herself. Maybe this could be another way to help boost confidence in herself.

Sayren took a moment to glance about when she saw a woman welcoming people into the bathhouse. She seemed like a natural beauty. With her darkened skin, the shimmering long black hair. How incredibly loose her clothing had fit her. Sayren could have sworn she had a glance at the woman's large mounds from the loops for her...multiple arms? An Eypharian then.

The Eypharian gave a bright smile when she saw the two women on the horse, "Hello, and welcome to my public bathhouse, how may-oh my..." She gasped as she noticed the injuries. "I can see why you have come here then. Do you need assistance getting down?"

Sayren gave a weak smile, "A little help perhaps..." Without a moment of pause, The Eypharian effortlessly raised her arms to lift Sayren off the strider and gently onto the ground. Keeping mind about her bounded leg. Then she does the same for Silsa.

"Now, seeing that you are both in such states, may I suggest I assist you both further?" The Eypharian added as she placed Silsa to her feet.

Sayren twinged her lip a little as she tried to think about it. Surely her and Silsa would need some help to be unclothed. "We may need a hand to help relieve us of clothing, is there-eep!" She squeaked when the Eypharian approached her and started running her arms along the Sayren's hips. One set of arms dragging along Sayren's thighs and the other up Sayren's belly. Without realizing it, the woman had effortlessly dipped her fingers beneath the clothing and had started peeling the items off of her.

Sayren had quickly turned red. Her facial expression gave off her concern and worry, but the Eypharian just merely gave warm comfortings as she continued to shed the clothes off Sayren. Finally removing the tunic to reveal Sayren's windmarks. "Oh. A drykas? In Nyka? Tis a pleasure to meet one. I rarely see many drykas travel this far."

Sayren had crossed her arms in front of her breasts in an attempt to cover herself, "There aren't any stalls? Or booths?"

The Eypharian shook her head, "Nope, none are needed here in the public bathhouse."

Sayren gulped. She was hoping to at least have some booths around and maybe have some sort of cover, but there wasn't any. Now all of Nyka present was able to see her assets...once again.

The Eypharian paused when she noticed Sayren stiffening more. "First time here isn't it?"

Sayren was chewing on her lip and nods. Uneasily shifting about as a cool breeze passed her skin.

The Eypharian offered a gentle smile, "It's alright, everyone here understands you are here to bathe and enjoy oneself. Violence isn't tolerated, less if I say so."

It made Sayren feel a little better. Plus, the woman's touch made her skin crawl, surely this lovely eypharian has had experience with the matter before. With that, the Eypharian tenderly worked Sayren's pants and underwear off of her. Leaving her completely bare in front of Silsa. Making Sayren a tinge bit redder. She had only met her that day and the woman was already seeing Sayren naked? My how her brother would be jealous.

The Eypharian now turned and brought her attention to Silsa, "And as for you? You seem like you need a little bit more help than your friend."