Closed Warm Waters, Warmer Smiles (Tourmel)

[Letixia Raigner]

Spring 16, 514 Leti's back was throbbing from a long day of training. Ser Ranqor was too busy to provide her with any studies, so she stayed at the Training Grounds for a lot longer than normal. She didn't regret the additional training, but her body was sure complaining. After having dropped off her gear and armor in her dorm, she decided that she wanted to get cleaned up and relaxed before she got something to eat. So tiredly, she trudged toward Soothing Waters on the Third Tier. Slowly climbing down the stairs, she ordered laundry and a towel for the baths. After stripping off her sweaty clothes, she wrapped her towel around her form, and made her way to the bathing pool. She saw Ser Lanning Shelton over off the side of the pool, practicing his trade craft known as yoga. She'd taken an interest in it a few days past, and had thoroughly enjoyed it. Smiling, she strolled over to him, "Mind if I join you?" He looked up at her and simply smiled. She dropped her towel to the ground, and sat down across from him so she could watch his positions. He looked up and reset the position so he could show her how to achieve it properly. Watching him, she mimicked carefully, starting with pulling her knees to her chest. She then relaxed her knees out to the side of her, gently pressing the bottoms of her feet together. She then grasped her hands onto her ankles. Leaning forward slightly, feeling her hips beneath her bottom shift until she was in the most comfortable position. This allowed her hands to grasp her feet now. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, focusing on her breathing. In through her nose, out through her mouth, keeping her mind on the muscles that worked her lungs. After several minutes in this relaxing position, she heard Ser Lanning shift. She opened her eyes, and saw him beginning a new position. He shifted his legs together to be stretched out in front of him. He then leaned forward at his stomach, and was able to grasp his feet, his knees not bending in the least. Leti tried this, but found the muscles behind her knees pulling, forcing her to bend them a little. She leaned forward, able to grasp her ankles, and held this, breathing in, breathing out. The second pose completed, she decided to take a dip into the pool. She thanked Ser Lanning, then slipped into the warm embrace of the water. She tread there, enjoying the relaxing trance she was falling under. She could feel all of her worries slowly floating away.

[Tourmal Firemane]

Tourmal, Spring 16, 514 AV After another long day at work, Tourmal was drenched in sweat, and grime. Being a weaponsmith meant that his work was hard, hot and dirty. Tiny smoke particles clung to his sweaty body like moths to a lamp. The man was disgusting and it had been some time since his last bath at the Soothing Waters. He figured it was high time to make another visit. Unfortunately he had his seasonal massage not too long before in the end of winter so he could not come up with an excuse for getting another just yet. Despite the fact he was a bit sore he would not visit the masseuse for another forty to fifty days. The man took off from the Ironworks and headed straight to the bath house. The season had changed not long before. There were still remnants of winter left behind but the green of spring was peaking its head out of the blanket of snow that had covered the fortress city all winter long. Some animals came out. The birds started singing their yearly mating songs, and squirrels ran along the streets looking for scraps left behind from the cities inhabitants. Then Tourmal ducked into a long corridor walked down some stairs to the Third Tier. When the man arrived he spoke to the woman at the front desk. “Just a bath please.” He requested sounding exhausted. “Would you like some help?” She asked. The man looked her in the eyes, and smiled winking at her. Implying that she would be the one to help him, even though he knew better. “No thanks, not tonight. But you can join me at the Stallion fer a drink afterward. I'd be nice ta have a beauty like yeh ta talk to after I get cleaned up.” The woman blushed. “Dya have a pencil and paper?” The woman reached below the counter and grabbed a small piece of parchment then placed it on the counter. “Me name's Tourmal Firemane, yeh can find me at either the stallion or the Ironworks. Come find me some time.” “Oh and can I have some soap, a towel, and can ye have me clothing washed too?” She looked at him recovering from his earlier advance and let out a meek response. “Sure. What all do you want washed?” “Me shirt, pants, undergarments, and socks.” The man replied. “Lets see... The total will be 3 sm.” Tourmal nodded at the price in acceptance, and handed over his coin. Then the woman led him to the dressing room. When they arrived she opened the curtain that covered the door and let him in. Once inside the smith immediately took his shirt off and started loosing his belt, unaware that his host had yet to leave. He turned around and just caught a glimpse of the woman hurrying in attempt to not be caught peeping. The man shook his head and chuckled to himself. Once done he left the clothing in the room and took the towel she left behind and wrapped it around his waist tightly. He then tucked one corner into the wrap making sure it was secure, afterward he grabbed the soap and headed to the pool. When he came into the main chamber, he scanned the room for lookers. He spotted a woman and man stretching in what he thought strange poses, being that the two were completely naked. She had a nice body, but he was sure that if he stared too long that he would get a black eye from what was most likely her husband. Who was in incredibly good shape and would likely give him quite the beating. Not wanting that Tourmal averted his eyes. Fortunately for him the stretching positions were ingrained into his mind and he reflected on the shape of he woman as she stretched, fantasizing himself had her together doing their own sort of stretching. Tourmal dropped his towel near the edge of the pool then stepped in. The first step only brought the water up to his knees, and the next to his upper thigh. The drykas sat down and relaxed. Closing his eyes for a few ticks when he heard the water splash just a bit. Tourmal opened his eyes to a beautiful sight. The woman who had been stretching before had stopped and entered the pool, and was not too far from him. Tourmal caught an eyeful of what he considered some very nice breasts, and despite his better judgment he decided to pursue. “So what was that you were doing up there?” He inquired after a few ticks and she had sat down so that her chest was hidden by the soapy water.