The warm water always felt amazing, and Sira could feel the tension in her body fade away as she sunk down into the pool. She watched with some interest as Azira began to pull her own clothes off, but remembered what she had said about gawking, and quickly averted her gaze, closing her eyes and sinking further to dunk her head beneath the water to wet her hair. When she came back up Azira was undressed and sinking into the pool. She smiled at the comment about wanting a tub in her room, and had to stifle a laugh about being lucky.
"Heh, maybe. It doesn't feel that way most of the time."
Sira leaned back, staring up at the dancing lights on the ceiling, always amazed at the way a few glass mirrors could produce such a beautiful effect. Hers wasn't the only room in Wind Reach that had such tricks, in a city of glass blowers there were all sorts of beautiful things to be seen, but she didn't think any of the other endal had a bathing chamber quite like hers. If she downsized aeries like she was considering she would have to make sure it was in a place that they could recreate this effect again, or something else like it.
"I wasn't always an endal, you know. Maybe I was lucky that I was born a Wind Eagle kelvic, I'll admit that, but for years I was an avora like you. I had to prove myself to the real eagles, get them to accept me as one of their own, before they gave me all this."
Sira wasn't sure why she was telling Azira all that. The Avora would likely still see it as luck, and perhaps it was, but Sira didn't like it when people told her she was lucky. Yes, she'd been born a wind eagle kelvic. Yes, that was awesome. But beyond that, her life had been one tragedy after another. It was a constant struggle to survive. Sometimes she wondered if some god was angry with her for some unknown slight and had cursed her.
"Even after, I still wasn't treated like an equal. The other endal didn't like me because I was different, so I had to win them over to. Even now some still don't like me, especially now that Aidara is gone."
Sira shrugged. She wasn't looking for pity, and certainly wouldn't expect an Avora to give it to her. Even if she told Azira her entire life story, the huntress probably still had worse stories of her own. It was the unfortunate reality of Wind Reach. Sira knew it was the best way, the only way, but often it was unfair to those who were not at the top.
"Heh, maybe. It doesn't feel that way most of the time."
Sira leaned back, staring up at the dancing lights on the ceiling, always amazed at the way a few glass mirrors could produce such a beautiful effect. Hers wasn't the only room in Wind Reach that had such tricks, in a city of glass blowers there were all sorts of beautiful things to be seen, but she didn't think any of the other endal had a bathing chamber quite like hers. If she downsized aeries like she was considering she would have to make sure it was in a place that they could recreate this effect again, or something else like it.
"I wasn't always an endal, you know. Maybe I was lucky that I was born a Wind Eagle kelvic, I'll admit that, but for years I was an avora like you. I had to prove myself to the real eagles, get them to accept me as one of their own, before they gave me all this."
Sira wasn't sure why she was telling Azira all that. The Avora would likely still see it as luck, and perhaps it was, but Sira didn't like it when people told her she was lucky. Yes, she'd been born a wind eagle kelvic. Yes, that was awesome. But beyond that, her life had been one tragedy after another. It was a constant struggle to survive. Sometimes she wondered if some god was angry with her for some unknown slight and had cursed her.
"Even after, I still wasn't treated like an equal. The other endal didn't like me because I was different, so I had to win them over to. Even now some still don't like me, especially now that Aidara is gone."
Sira shrugged. She wasn't looking for pity, and certainly wouldn't expect an Avora to give it to her. Even if she told Azira her entire life story, the huntress probably still had worse stories of her own. It was the unfortunate reality of Wind Reach. Sira knew it was the best way, the only way, but often it was unfair to those who were not at the top.