Time Stamp 34 Fall 513 early morning before sunrise.
Taylani moves out of the city stealthily not because she is trying to sneak off, but simply because she is following the lead of some other women from the Amethyst clan. Before someone would take her dress and she would use a loaner garment until hers was dry, but this morning she was determined to learn how to do this herself. Her decision seemed to please the women, and they were in high spirits. Though they were quiet to not disturb anyone who might wish to sleep in until the cock crowed.
She still wore the loaner, which was a very large shapeless garment that was cinched around her waist by a rope. But it was better then wearing her undergarments about. She still flushed whenever she thought of the ride Fallan had took her one and then pawed her in broad daylight. She chose to not dwell on the fact that toward the end she was more then willing participant.
The women led her to a small stream, every night when the city stopped moving the Ankals always chose a spot that was not directly by a stream or water source but was close. This protected the city from animals seeking water but allowed them to use the water when they needed to. She knew how her mother did laundry in the city, but she wasn't sure how it was accomplished out here.
Giggling the women begin talking in rapid Pavi, though by now it was plain enough to see for Taylani that the fact that their handds were busy it was not as smooth a conversation for them. Kind of like, perhaps talking to someone in common but being unable to see their face. It was hard to read cues on meanings behind words.
Taylani settled beside an older woman, that looked like she was nearing her fifties and had kindly brown eyes. She smiled and pulled out what looked to Taylani like a big club. She tried to hand the club to Taylani but the dancer shook her head rapidly and shrugged her hands up to tell her she wasn't sure what that was used for.
Laughing the woman took one of her own garments, a bright green blouse, and dipped it into the cool water. Then she took out a cake of soap, and crumbled a corner into the blouse. She dipped some water out onto the blouse to wet the soap crumbles and then folded the blouse over the mixture. Then with steady beating with what still looked an awful lot like a club to Taylani, the older woman worked up suds, frothy bubbles pushing out through the crevices and openings that the beating left. Once the bubbles seemed enough to the older woman she picked up the blouse and scrubbed it in her hands, over and over and over until she decided that it was enough. Then she dipped the blouse into the cold water, and rinsed it thoroughly.
Taylani moves out of the city stealthily not because she is trying to sneak off, but simply because she is following the lead of some other women from the Amethyst clan. Before someone would take her dress and she would use a loaner garment until hers was dry, but this morning she was determined to learn how to do this herself. Her decision seemed to please the women, and they were in high spirits. Though they were quiet to not disturb anyone who might wish to sleep in until the cock crowed.
She still wore the loaner, which was a very large shapeless garment that was cinched around her waist by a rope. But it was better then wearing her undergarments about. She still flushed whenever she thought of the ride Fallan had took her one and then pawed her in broad daylight. She chose to not dwell on the fact that toward the end she was more then willing participant.
The women led her to a small stream, every night when the city stopped moving the Ankals always chose a spot that was not directly by a stream or water source but was close. This protected the city from animals seeking water but allowed them to use the water when they needed to. She knew how her mother did laundry in the city, but she wasn't sure how it was accomplished out here.
Giggling the women begin talking in rapid Pavi, though by now it was plain enough to see for Taylani that the fact that their handds were busy it was not as smooth a conversation for them. Kind of like, perhaps talking to someone in common but being unable to see their face. It was hard to read cues on meanings behind words.
Taylani settled beside an older woman, that looked like she was nearing her fifties and had kindly brown eyes. She smiled and pulled out what looked to Taylani like a big club. She tried to hand the club to Taylani but the dancer shook her head rapidly and shrugged her hands up to tell her she wasn't sure what that was used for.
Laughing the woman took one of her own garments, a bright green blouse, and dipped it into the cool water. Then she took out a cake of soap, and crumbled a corner into the blouse. She dipped some water out onto the blouse to wet the soap crumbles and then folded the blouse over the mixture. Then with steady beating with what still looked an awful lot like a club to Taylani, the older woman worked up suds, frothy bubbles pushing out through the crevices and openings that the beating left. Once the bubbles seemed enough to the older woman she picked up the blouse and scrubbed it in her hands, over and over and over until she decided that it was enough. Then she dipped the blouse into the cold water, and rinsed it thoroughly.
