64th of Summer, 522 AV
Farren didn’t often come all the way down to the Aquillar hotsprings. Just a few times a season which was about as much as she was willing to spend on such a luxury. Ordinarily a common bath in a wooden tub would do, but sometimes she needed the respite that only the hotsprings could provide. Today was one of those days, though she didn’t spring for a private pool, settling instead for a shared experience which she enjoyed in a corner as far as humanly possible from the other patrons. Which reckoned to about arms length, but Farren didn’t let that stop her from enjoying herself.
Contrary to the name, the hotsprings features both cold and warm pools, with the warm ones typically being smaller and thus reserved for private affairs. This large common pool was of the cooler variety, and could fit about fifteen people comfortably. There were currently twenty so standing room was in a bit of short supply. Fortunately she had managed to squeeze her way into a part of the pool that was shaded by one of the giant oak trees that lined the property which kept her out of the brunt of the summer sun while she relaxed in the shallows.
She’d traveled light today, only brining her person, the clothes she had on, and the exact amount she’d need to access the hotspring with a few mizas left over for refreshment if she got the itch. Naturally she only owned one dress, a red one that she had taken off before she entered the pool in her undergarments. Looking around the pool, she saw that not all of the patrons shared her sensibility though her reserve wasn’t born out of any shyness but instead practicality. Naked she’d have no where to store her coin purse, her key, or the dagger she currently had tucked into the back strap of her underwear.
Although she didn’t know exactly how to use it, she craved the security of that hard metal against the small of her back. It gave her the apperance of being dangerous. At least, that was what she liked to think but sometimes she saw through her own foolishness on that account. Farren had always been much better with her words, and her body for that matter. That had always been her shield, and her preferred weapon, getting her through some pretty lean times when kindness was scarce, and kindness was always scarce here.
Farren eventually decided that she was done standing around waist deep on the edge of the pool and decided to sink into the water somewhat until it was just below her chin. She was reluctant at first to move any farther from her red dress that was pooled on the ground beside the edge of the spring, but eventually decided as long as she could keep an eye out, it would be alright. Besides the pleasure of sinking her head beneath the cool waters was too hard to resist, and briefly she dunked her head in before coming back up, hair plastered across the front of her face. Combing it back with her fingertips, she smiled slightly to herself as she started wading back towards the edge of the spring, seeking the mug of redberry juice she’d left there.
Taking the mug between her hands she took a tentative sip as she looked around at the other people that crowded the pool. A mixture of tradesmen, farmhands, and displaced outsiders greeted her gaze before her eyes fell upon someone that looked as out of place as she felt. A tall woman with brown hair, and an athletic physique she cut quite the picture standing there all by her lonesome. Farren felt a twinge of curiosity, and after thinking it over for a chime she grabbed up her dress and mug before heading right over.
As she drew near, Farren set her things aside a discreet distance away before making her approach. Unfortunately there wasn’t much she could do to make herself look presentable though she did make a little effort, binding her hair back in a pony tail and pushing out her chest so she didn’t look so scrawny. As she drew near the woman, she realized just how much taller this woman was than her, with Farren having to tilt her head up to look the woman in the face.
Favoring a warm smile, Farren cleared her throat delicately before speaking. “Excuse me, I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you, but I couldn’t help but notice you from across the pool and I was wondering… what do you do to keep your hair looking so glossy. Its absolutely gorgeous.” Farren said, giving the woman an admiring look without encroaching on her personal space any more than she already had. “My hair… I’m just at a loss for what to do with it y’know? My name is Farren by the way.” She said as she took to combing her wet hair through with her fingers, pulling at the ends as she looked up thoughtfully at the woman. Farren suddenly felt anxious standing by the woman though she couldn’t directly pin down why. Not immediately anyways beyond the fact that she was possessed of a very striking presence. She was almost certain that she had never seen the woman here before or she would have noticed, though that wasn’t exactly surprising given the fact that she came here so sparingly.
It was more than just that though. There was something about the woman that drew Farren from across the pool. Something about the way she held herself that attracted her like a paper moth to the slag heap. Farren chewed on her lower lip gently as she tried to puzzle out just what that was while she listened to the woman’s response.
WC - 970
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Farren didn’t often come all the way down to the Aquillar hotsprings. Just a few times a season which was about as much as she was willing to spend on such a luxury. Ordinarily a common bath in a wooden tub would do, but sometimes she needed the respite that only the hotsprings could provide. Today was one of those days, though she didn’t spring for a private pool, settling instead for a shared experience which she enjoyed in a corner as far as humanly possible from the other patrons. Which reckoned to about arms length, but Farren didn’t let that stop her from enjoying herself.
Contrary to the name, the hotsprings features both cold and warm pools, with the warm ones typically being smaller and thus reserved for private affairs. This large common pool was of the cooler variety, and could fit about fifteen people comfortably. There were currently twenty so standing room was in a bit of short supply. Fortunately she had managed to squeeze her way into a part of the pool that was shaded by one of the giant oak trees that lined the property which kept her out of the brunt of the summer sun while she relaxed in the shallows.
She’d traveled light today, only brining her person, the clothes she had on, and the exact amount she’d need to access the hotspring with a few mizas left over for refreshment if she got the itch. Naturally she only owned one dress, a red one that she had taken off before she entered the pool in her undergarments. Looking around the pool, she saw that not all of the patrons shared her sensibility though her reserve wasn’t born out of any shyness but instead practicality. Naked she’d have no where to store her coin purse, her key, or the dagger she currently had tucked into the back strap of her underwear.
Although she didn’t know exactly how to use it, she craved the security of that hard metal against the small of her back. It gave her the apperance of being dangerous. At least, that was what she liked to think but sometimes she saw through her own foolishness on that account. Farren had always been much better with her words, and her body for that matter. That had always been her shield, and her preferred weapon, getting her through some pretty lean times when kindness was scarce, and kindness was always scarce here.
Farren eventually decided that she was done standing around waist deep on the edge of the pool and decided to sink into the water somewhat until it was just below her chin. She was reluctant at first to move any farther from her red dress that was pooled on the ground beside the edge of the spring, but eventually decided as long as she could keep an eye out, it would be alright. Besides the pleasure of sinking her head beneath the cool waters was too hard to resist, and briefly she dunked her head in before coming back up, hair plastered across the front of her face. Combing it back with her fingertips, she smiled slightly to herself as she started wading back towards the edge of the spring, seeking the mug of redberry juice she’d left there.
Taking the mug between her hands she took a tentative sip as she looked around at the other people that crowded the pool. A mixture of tradesmen, farmhands, and displaced outsiders greeted her gaze before her eyes fell upon someone that looked as out of place as she felt. A tall woman with brown hair, and an athletic physique she cut quite the picture standing there all by her lonesome. Farren felt a twinge of curiosity, and after thinking it over for a chime she grabbed up her dress and mug before heading right over.
As she drew near, Farren set her things aside a discreet distance away before making her approach. Unfortunately there wasn’t much she could do to make herself look presentable though she did make a little effort, binding her hair back in a pony tail and pushing out her chest so she didn’t look so scrawny. As she drew near the woman, she realized just how much taller this woman was than her, with Farren having to tilt her head up to look the woman in the face.
Favoring a warm smile, Farren cleared her throat delicately before speaking. “Excuse me, I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you, but I couldn’t help but notice you from across the pool and I was wondering… what do you do to keep your hair looking so glossy. Its absolutely gorgeous.” Farren said, giving the woman an admiring look without encroaching on her personal space any more than she already had. “My hair… I’m just at a loss for what to do with it y’know? My name is Farren by the way.” She said as she took to combing her wet hair through with her fingers, pulling at the ends as she looked up thoughtfully at the woman. Farren suddenly felt anxious standing by the woman though she couldn’t directly pin down why. Not immediately anyways beyond the fact that she was possessed of a very striking presence. She was almost certain that she had never seen the woman here before or she would have noticed, though that wasn’t exactly surprising given the fact that she came here so sparingly.
It was more than just that though. There was something about the woman that drew Farren from across the pool. Something about the way she held herself that attracted her like a paper moth to the slag heap. Farren chewed on her lower lip gently as she tried to puzzle out just what that was while she listened to the woman’s response.
WC - 970
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