Logs:Taciturn by Twos
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| RL Date: 8 October, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Jocelyn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two people seek solitude in the baths. They manage not to disturb each other (much). |
| Where: Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| The hours before and after dinner find the bathing pools frequented this evening; it's cold and the wintry weather is especially ferocious between blasts of wind and snowfall. At the tail end of the dinner hour, Jocelyn is but one of a handful of people submerged into warm pools with cleansing foam nicely lathered up in the water. Tucked into a section of one of the bathing pools a bit away from the other folks nearby, the redhead's a perfunctory bather who seems intent on finishing her routine as quickly as possible. Her goal's been deterred for at least five or ten minutes, however, as for the moment, she's submerged as much of herself as she can into sweetly-scented bubbles, eyes drifting closed with a small exhale. Ditto. Alida's here, doing the same thing...and she is also, typically, a prefunctionary bather more intent on getting clean and then out of the water and on to doing other, more important things. But tonight...ahh, tonight, there's a nice window of down time, and the often-busy bluerider takes utter advantage of it to soak her cares away (at least temporarily). She's likewise partially encased in soapsand bubbles, and occasionally ducks her chin into the steaming water's surface... along with watching her pet firelizard floating peacefully nearby. Unbidden, a long, soft, slow sigh spills from the blonde's lips. It's some minutes more before Jocelyn cracks open first one eye, then the other, half-lidded gaze coming to rest upon the floating firelizard with an expression more bemused than fully alert while she begins rousing herself from her state of stillness enough to reach over and work up another batch of lather for her hair. There's a glance for the blonde near the little gold, perhaps even a nod of hello if her look gets intercepted before she dips her head briefly underwater to dampen it before scrubbing quickly at her locks. That little gold is even more peaceful looking than her owner, Pyrite's eyes twice-inner lidded, swirling a deeply contented green as she floats. On occasion, the bitsy-queen twitches her tail or limply-opened wings, paddles hidden limbs to change her position just-so for a better experience. It's during one of these moments of spare motion that she catches Jocelyn peering at her, and the flit offers a mellow trill of greeting to acknowledge such bemusement. This is what finally garners Alida's attention, the lazing bluerider's heavily-lidded eyes opening up a bit more, and tracking to where her pet looks. That perhaps-nod is greeted by a soft grunt and a likewise bob of already-washed and pinned-up head back at Jocelyn...clear green eyes quickly taking measure of the unknown woman's demeanor...and that red hair. She doesn't stare long, though, the bluie's gaze politely diverting itself back to Pyrite, who's now yawning hugely. Jocelyn's quick to finish washing up; after another dip to rinse, she reaches for her towel to dry first her face, then her hair, which has gone darker with all of the moisture. There's another glance for the pair, then: "She's got the right idea." It's pitched low to keep from disturbing the other bathers between pats of the towel at damp hair, tone neutral even while she's turning slightly away to mask her own yawn. Slowly, Pyrite's bright green eyes shut their outermost, opaque lids...but not fully, since she's in the water. Still, it looks like she might be trying to doze off, and the feeling is mutual, given that Alida herself finally yawns, then mutters softly in her hard-accented alto, "Slothly..." to the firelizard. A faint 'peep' from Pyrite is her only apparent answer, though Jocelyn's quiet comment is finally answered with a low alto, "Put *everybody* ta' sleep doin' that." Damned yawning, that is. "It's a proper hour for it, so long as no one falls asleep and drowns." Dry and all but deadpan, Jocelyn's sad attempt at a joke could easily be misconstrued for impolite sarcasm as she hoists herself out of the pool, snagging her second towel to wrap about herself in a shivering, terrycloth hug. Absently, "Need another towel, or anything off of the shelf?" Because it's polite to offer while you're out, right? Grunt. "No drowning..." Alida quietly agrees, the woman taking those words as dark humor, which is more her 'speed,' anyway. There's a faint hint of surprise about the blonde's features when Jocelyn asks after her 'towel comfort,' the bluie quirking her head a moment, then nodding. "Another one fer the surprise flit-bath, if ya don't mind." Jocelyn permits the corners of her mouth to twitch faintly, pulling on dry clothing and shrugging into a thickly-knit sweater with neat, prompt motions. "I've never been much of one for surprises." It takes a few moments to gather up her things, a few more to stride to the shelf and pull down another towel. She deposits it near Alida with a little plop and a shrug. "Good evening, bluerider. Ma'am, " and the candidate looks to make her escape as the cavern begins to attract a larger crowd with the hour waxing later, steps brisk. "Same here..." Alida comments back to Jocelyn of surprises, the bluie not watching the other woman dress, merely glancing that way quickly to respond. "Thanks..." is noted for the plopped extra towel now alongside her other two - one for hair, the other body - Pyrite giving another soft trill towards the soon-retreating candidate. "Evening..." is noted back to the other as she strides off. And Alida? She remains in the pool for another 15 minutes, until Ilicaeth complains about *his* needs not being attended to. |
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