Soothing Waters Bath And Massage
20 Fall, 513 AV
17th Bell
20 Fall, 513 AV
17th Bell
A sickly-sweet scent permeated the air, and the humidity rolling off of the nearby baths was not making the situation any better. Wanda coughed once, glaring at the offending bottle of burning incense and candles and inwardly chastising herself for being so masochistic as to think burning vanilla-scented candles alongside crisp lemon incense was a swell idea.
Another cough wheezed out of her. Wanda stood waving her hands in front of her face enthusiastically as if she could sever the too-strong sweetness from the rest of her air supply before regaining her wits. With a few quick, determined strides, the teen rushed to her chamber's entrance and flung the door open. The couple of passing laundry workers flailed to catch the towels that Wanda'd startled from their hands.
As for Wanda, she was just as startled to find herself unexpectedly face to face with another person (or people) after being cooped up in her assigned masseuse's room for an extended period of time. Caught mid breathe-of-fresh-air, Wanda paused for a tick. Then, all at once, a sunny yet apologetic smile broke across her features. "Oh! Heya!" she chirped, perhaps too cheerily.
If the workers felt her enthusiasm was overdone, they didn't show it -- most of the girl's co-workers were likely used to her near-constant energetic buzz. In fact, the vast majority of the bath's employees had likeky seen her excited about something or other. For the most part, she only grew bored while alone in the confines of her personal work space -- leading to incidents like the one just moments ago, when she'd decided the room could use a little livening up and olfactory torture seemed like the right way to go.
The laundry folks nodded their own rushed greeting, readjusting each of their cloth stacks hurriedly before padding off and away down the hall. They weren't necessarily trying to seem unfriendly, Wanda knew. They simply must have been in a hurry to provide a towel or return clothes to some prestigious knight or another.
Wanda watched them depart with their flustered steps, calling out a sheepish "Sorry for holding you up, by the way!" after them. She sighed. The girl had far too much free time on her hands, seeing as there wasn't particularly a shortage of employees in the bath house.
She would've liked to help out in another area every once in a while, if it weren't for the fact that the other employees would view the action as an intrusion -- her trying to get in on some extra mizas by elbowing them out of a job. And considering the fact that the steam caused her hair -- normally only slightly waved -- to evolve into nearly full-blown undulating curls in their own right, it seemed to be far too humid for her to store away any books to be read during her breaks. (Thinking of which, she makes a mental note to remind herself to pick up some more manuals at the Great Bazaar later).
Anyhow, she leaned her head lazily against the door frame for a chime. Her hazel gaze peered down the hallway, hoping that perhaps other less-preoccupied co-workers would come her way.
Unfortunately, it was Fall. As such, with the storms and whatnot brewing along outside the confines of the Citadel, citizens had been advised not to venture outside more than necessary. Very few customers would be dropping by today. Even so, she knew that she should probably clean up the airborne mess she'd made before a customer was sent her way.
.
Another cough wheezed out of her. Wanda stood waving her hands in front of her face enthusiastically as if she could sever the too-strong sweetness from the rest of her air supply before regaining her wits. With a few quick, determined strides, the teen rushed to her chamber's entrance and flung the door open. The couple of passing laundry workers flailed to catch the towels that Wanda'd startled from their hands.
As for Wanda, she was just as startled to find herself unexpectedly face to face with another person (or people) after being cooped up in her assigned masseuse's room for an extended period of time. Caught mid breathe-of-fresh-air, Wanda paused for a tick. Then, all at once, a sunny yet apologetic smile broke across her features. "Oh! Heya!" she chirped, perhaps too cheerily.
If the workers felt her enthusiasm was overdone, they didn't show it -- most of the girl's co-workers were likely used to her near-constant energetic buzz. In fact, the vast majority of the bath's employees had likeky seen her excited about something or other. For the most part, she only grew bored while alone in the confines of her personal work space -- leading to incidents like the one just moments ago, when she'd decided the room could use a little livening up and olfactory torture seemed like the right way to go.
The laundry folks nodded their own rushed greeting, readjusting each of their cloth stacks hurriedly before padding off and away down the hall. They weren't necessarily trying to seem unfriendly, Wanda knew. They simply must have been in a hurry to provide a towel or return clothes to some prestigious knight or another.
Wanda watched them depart with their flustered steps, calling out a sheepish "Sorry for holding you up, by the way!" after them. She sighed. The girl had far too much free time on her hands, seeing as there wasn't particularly a shortage of employees in the bath house.
She would've liked to help out in another area every once in a while, if it weren't for the fact that the other employees would view the action as an intrusion -- her trying to get in on some extra mizas by elbowing them out of a job. And considering the fact that the steam caused her hair -- normally only slightly waved -- to evolve into nearly full-blown undulating curls in their own right, it seemed to be far too humid for her to store away any books to be read during her breaks. (Thinking of which, she makes a mental note to remind herself to pick up some more manuals at the Great Bazaar later).
Anyhow, she leaned her head lazily against the door frame for a chime. Her hazel gaze peered down the hallway, hoping that perhaps other less-preoccupied co-workers would come her way.
Unfortunately, it was Fall. As such, with the storms and whatnot brewing along outside the confines of the Citadel, citizens had been advised not to venture outside more than necessary. Very few customers would be dropping by today. Even so, she knew that she should probably clean up the airborne mess she'd made before a customer was sent her way.
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