82nd, Summer, 518 AV
Sanabael's encounter earlier in the season with a mage by the name of Kynier had left her thinking; mostly, it had left her thinking about magic. Her magic, specifically. She'd been chewing over her interaction with the other mage all season, how comfortable he had been with his magic and using it. If she was honest with herself, she was jealous.
It made her want to practice her own reimancy more, but that was easier said than done in Sunberth. There were plenty of abandoned buildings and back alleys, but the risk was still high; so that day found Sanabael traveling out of the city.
It was early afternoon when she arrived at the Hot Springs, having headed south of the city. Still aching from her brawl sometime prior, and tired of walking, Sanabael decided a quick wash and relax couldn't hurt. Hiking her bag over her shoulder, which held her cloak, money pouch, and some spare rations, she entered the bathhouse. She was greeted by an elderly couple, whom she exchanged pleasantries with before paying for the common springs and bidding them farewell.
There was another woman already in the spring, with long hair, a mix of black and strangely enough, some white; Sanabael frowned slightly. While she wasn't exactly shy, she did enjoy her privacy, and she wanted to avoid showing off her scars as much as possible. Still, she had already paid, and the steaming water was enticing.
Ignoring the other woman, Sanabael toed off her boots; her leather pants, maroon shirt, gloves, and undergarments quickly followed, her sheathed gladius placed on top of her clothing. She held her hands to her chest, palms in, less out of modesty and more to try and cover the deep, silver-white scars that marred her tan chest. She eased herself into the hot water, letting out a deep, involuntary sigh as she settled in, sinking down into the water until it covered even her chin and mouth, dark hair floating in a cloud around her.
She allowed her black eyes to fall half-shut, though she cautiously and curiously surveyed the woman across from her. After a moment, she dunked her head underwater, then surfaced, standing to her full height, hands still hovering awkwardly over her chest. No doubt she looked ridiculous, and it was probably stranger than any potentially suspicious scars, so after a moment Sanabael dropped her hands in defeat, letting them splash quietly into the pool.
The mixed blood leaned back against the wall of the spring, pushing wet hair out of her face, taking stock of how she felt. Her ribs were still sore, and there was still a sickly yellow bruise around her eye and on her cheekbone, but she was healing. Her split lip was taking longer since she found herself worrying at it often, a bad habit of hers.
Sanabael felt awkward, sitting in a hot spring with only one other person, but she kept her mouth shut; it would be stranger to engage in conversation, no doubt, and she wanted to keep to herself in any case. She planned on soaking for maybe ten chimes or so, and then she would continue on her way into the fringe of the forest; she didn't have enough skill or experience to go very deep, but her goal wasn't exploration, it was to find a quiet spot away from the city where she could practice her magic.
Though, come to think of it, practicing fire reimancy in a forest could be problematic. Sanabael frowned to herself, drumming her fingers on the ledge of the spring. "Should have thought of that," She muttered to herself under her breath, brows furrowed as she sunk lower into the water.
It made her want to practice her own reimancy more, but that was easier said than done in Sunberth. There were plenty of abandoned buildings and back alleys, but the risk was still high; so that day found Sanabael traveling out of the city.
It was early afternoon when she arrived at the Hot Springs, having headed south of the city. Still aching from her brawl sometime prior, and tired of walking, Sanabael decided a quick wash and relax couldn't hurt. Hiking her bag over her shoulder, which held her cloak, money pouch, and some spare rations, she entered the bathhouse. She was greeted by an elderly couple, whom she exchanged pleasantries with before paying for the common springs and bidding them farewell.
There was another woman already in the spring, with long hair, a mix of black and strangely enough, some white; Sanabael frowned slightly. While she wasn't exactly shy, she did enjoy her privacy, and she wanted to avoid showing off her scars as much as possible. Still, she had already paid, and the steaming water was enticing.
Ignoring the other woman, Sanabael toed off her boots; her leather pants, maroon shirt, gloves, and undergarments quickly followed, her sheathed gladius placed on top of her clothing. She held her hands to her chest, palms in, less out of modesty and more to try and cover the deep, silver-white scars that marred her tan chest. She eased herself into the hot water, letting out a deep, involuntary sigh as she settled in, sinking down into the water until it covered even her chin and mouth, dark hair floating in a cloud around her.
She allowed her black eyes to fall half-shut, though she cautiously and curiously surveyed the woman across from her. After a moment, she dunked her head underwater, then surfaced, standing to her full height, hands still hovering awkwardly over her chest. No doubt she looked ridiculous, and it was probably stranger than any potentially suspicious scars, so after a moment Sanabael dropped her hands in defeat, letting them splash quietly into the pool.
The mixed blood leaned back against the wall of the spring, pushing wet hair out of her face, taking stock of how she felt. Her ribs were still sore, and there was still a sickly yellow bruise around her eye and on her cheekbone, but she was healing. Her split lip was taking longer since she found herself worrying at it often, a bad habit of hers.
Sanabael felt awkward, sitting in a hot spring with only one other person, but she kept her mouth shut; it would be stranger to engage in conversation, no doubt, and she wanted to keep to herself in any case. She planned on soaking for maybe ten chimes or so, and then she would continue on her way into the fringe of the forest; she didn't have enough skill or experience to go very deep, but her goal wasn't exploration, it was to find a quiet spot away from the city where she could practice her magic.
Though, come to think of it, practicing fire reimancy in a forest could be problematic. Sanabael frowned to herself, drumming her fingers on the ledge of the spring. "Should have thought of that," She muttered to herself under her breath, brows furrowed as she sunk lower into the water.
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