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10/23/2001
Logfile from Elehu
MOO Time: 2001-10-23 13:25:30
Baths (#7764)
Steam enshrouds, a misty curtain that veils the room. Pools abound, water constantly
swirling, warm and inviting; soapsand waits on nearby ledges for easy access.
Racks of clothes stand by the door, freshly washed clothing hang from some,
and bundles of yet to be washed clothes fill mutliple baskets beneath. Large
cupboard doors open to reveal multitude of fresh, soft towels, and plenty of
bathing items -- sponges, pumice stones, and back scrubbers.
Ducking steamclouds are Oceanus, Elena, Parekis, and Simon.
You see Melfina here.
Reiko is here.
Obvious exits:
Caverns
Reiko (#21442)
Jet black hair falls shiny and straight just to her chin, a fringe of shorter
hair in front just brushing delicate brows. Her skin is creamy-pale, with just
a faint blush on high cheekbones and full lips. Wide-set emerald eyes are tipped
up slightly at the outside corners and framed with thick black lashes, giving
her a vaguely feline appearance. Neither overly tall nor overly short, Reiko
stands straight-shouldered with quiet confidence and moves with an easy, quiet
grace.
The creamy pale coloring of Reiko's skin does indeed extend to cover her entire
body. Undisguised now by clothing, it's apparent that her form is decidedly
feminine, with long, shapely limbs and just enough fullness of breast and hip.
She is awake and looks alert.
Reiko is 21 Turns, 1 month, and 22 days old.
Elehu (#19619)
Elehu has grown into womanhood with quite a bit of success. She has curves in
most of the right places, though her body is still a bit on the thin side and
heartily built, a stubbornness of physicality to match the resolute bedrock
of her character. Her skin glows faintly of golden bronze, the visage of a wanderer.
Her rich brown, shoulder-length hair contains streaks of reddish gold, bleached
by the sun, that seem to make her hazel-brown eyes shine with an inner fire.
Her hands are small, but her fingers are slender and nimble, well built for
her walk of life.
Snug leather pants cover Elehu's legs, neatly tucked into sturdy black boots,
but the doe-brown material isn't quite so tight that it can't be rolled up from
time to time. A belt of silver-touched onyx encircles her waist, and a slender
dagger, about six inches in length, hangs at her right hip, with an odd sort
of wherhide pouch at the left. Her loose blouse of rich emerald has been carefully
and precisely tucked in, the roomy sleeves falling only a few inches past her
shoulders. This combined with the small jewel like buttons down the front affords
the Healer with quite a bit of freedom in movement.
A soft cord of the deepest purple winds itself around a similar cord of bright
white in a single loop. Small strands of icy blue and shadowy black are intertwined
intricately, a long tail of all four colors hanging from the knot, signifying
that Elehu is a Healer Journeyman posted at High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake and looks alert.
Elehu is 21 Turns, 2 months, and 12 days old.
Reiko is in the far corner of the bathing pool, submerged to her neck with her head resting almost comfortably on the stone rim, barely visible at all in the clouds of steam. In fact, someone just entering might have no idea the baths were even occupied if her leathers weren't folded neatly over a rack near the door, next to a large fluffy towel.
Elehu walks in slowly, her first stop being to pick up a towel or two, then she wanders off towards one of the benches to change. And she isn't exactly looking around much, so chances are she might not even notice the riding leathers. Eventually she finishes and stands, taking a towel with her to head towards one of the pools. And then she spots the other person, a rather startled look on her face. "Oh... Good morning," she offers briskly enough and adding a quick smile.
Reiko's eyes blink open to fix on the Healer, a twisted smile curling her lips as her gaze unconsciously wanders over Ele's form. "Morning," she returns casually, her tone almost friendly. "I didn't expect company at this time of day." She doesn't sound terribly disappointed, however. "It's ghastly outside," she informs her, knowing from experience that the path from infirmary to baths doesn't involve venturing outdoors. "Cerdith nearly got blown across the Bowl getting us here. I think he's taken up shelter in the ground weyrs." And with that bit of unsolicited news, her eyes slip closed again.
"Is it?" Elehu asks pleasantly, hesitating just a moment before dropping her towel on a dry patch near the same pool the rider is in, then sliding in herself. "Well, the ground weyrs serve their purposes quite well like that," she adds with a vague smile, leaning back for a moment to simply enjoy the warm water. "He's doing well though, I hope. And you?" she asks, giving Reiko a long, almost lazy look before settling back against the pool again.
Reiko doesn't open her eyes, but a lazy smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she hears Elehu entering the pool with her. "We're just fine," she replies evenly, without elaborating--although the blue's uncommonly good mood hasn't been at all dampened by the foul weather. She shifts a bit, ducking her head under the steaming water and slicking her hair back with one hand as she surfaces, turning slightly to reach for a handful of sweetsand. The steam almost completely obscures a large greenish discoloration of the pale skin of her shoulder, which she doesn't seem to notice at all as she begins scrubbing her hair. "And you've been well?" She opens one eye to regard the Healer's face intently.
Miria is but a blurr in the steam, moving quietly in from the caverns.
Miria (#22597)
Standing at about 5'6", Miria is what one would, at first, call average,
because of her body proportions, with a medium-sized chest and slightly rounded
buttocks, except she is far from average outwardly. Long silvery hair falls
to her waist, almost always complimented by a glint /somewhere/, creating a
metallic effect. Her eyes are of two different colors-- her left eye blue, her
right eye a dark brown. An interesting feature to note is a scar on her neck,
about a hand long, which draws eyes easily away from her more desirable features.
Her lips are full, and almost always with a ready smile.
She wears a sky-blue tunic, embroidered with a small blue dragon on the left
breast, with long sleeves tapering gently at her wrists. Said tunic is tucked
into darker blue breeches, of a navy hue, fit to her legs snugly, but not so
tight as to show off very many curves. Her feet are covered by a pair of starkly
black leather boots, into which her breeches are tucked, reaching to just under
her knees, and decorated by a small leather buckled strap near the heel of each.
Her hair is held back by a cobalt headband, ornamented with bits of sea-blue
embroidery.
She wears the simple knot of a resident of High Reaches Weyr.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Miria is 15 Turns and 3 days old.
Miria pokes a head bath-ward, showing up through the misty veil in the room. "'Ello?" she asks, edging in, and after a short amount of time spent readying herself, finally ducks into the baths. "Hi. I'm Miria, a new resident here at High Reaches Weyr... up from Fort Weyr, actually. Still attempting to get used to this place..."
Elehu pauses in her own actions, frowning at Reiko for a brief moment, then continuing slowly to reach for a small handful of the sweetsand. Which she just studies for now. "What? Oh, me. I'm fine," she answers distractedly, finally starting to apply the 'sand to her shoulders and arms while glancing back at Miria for a moment. "Good morning," she offers, voice instantly back to her Healer briskness. "Fort, lovely place," she then adds before falling quiet again, concentrating much too seriously on cleaning, though she does spare a glance or two Reiko-wards.
Reiko opens her other eye then, to see who's come in, pausing in the scrubbing of her own hair to let a casually appraising glance sweep over the newcomer. Miria? Hm. "Morning," she replies brusquely, ducking her head under to rinse it before settling back against the rim of the pool again. Apparently she doesn't consider a bath an appropriate venue for introductions? Or maybe she just hasn't had enough klah yet. Anything's possible.
Miria settles into the bathing pool, taking a good-sized handful of sweetsand and first applying it to her arms, letting it foam gently as the water touches it. "Fort? Lovely? Ha. I hated every minute within that Weyr. Even though it may have the honor of being the first Weyr, it's definitely not the best, in my mind," she comments in reponse to Elehu, emitting a small sigh. "Of course, then, I got fostered to the worst woman in that Weyr. Anyway. So what's it like up here at the 'Reaches? I'm curious." She chuckles a little, smile inching a little up her face. "Hope it's not at all like Fort, really."
Elehu just quietly goes about her own cleansings while giving Miria a long look. It's in her nature to study, really. "So why'd you come to High Reaches?" she asks curiously before the young woman asks her own. "Oh... well, I like it here," she then offers rather lamely. "I mean, the people are pretty nice and all. And it's home now, so perhaps I'm a little biased." She glances at Reiko again, and again a tiny frown appears. But she ducks beneath the water for a moment, and by the time she reemerges the frown is gone. "When did you move here?"
Reiko opens her eyes just halfway, emerald gaze sliding from Elehu to Miria and back, listening to the exchange for a moment or two before throwing her quarter-mark into the mix. "It's cold," she observes, despite the fact that it's currently summer. She /did/ just come across the Bowl in a gale-force thunderstorm, after all. With a lazy half-shrug, she reaches for more sweetsand and starts scrubbing her body -- perhaps a bit more carefully than she did her hair -- not feeling particularly compelled to add much more to a conversation already in progress.
Miria leans her head back against the side of the pool, pulling her legs in and grabbing her knees. "Came to High Reaches 'cuz I hated the group I traveled with, whom I ended up with because of Fort Weyr. Just a day or so ago, I think. Already, I'm beginning to like it." She takes some more sweetsand, scrubbing it into her hair.
Elehu grins quickly at Reiko and shrugs, slowly scrubbing 'sand into her hair. "Well yes, it does get cold. And stormy, and just about anything else you could imagine. But there are plenty of nice days as well..." She rinses her hair quickly then nods to Miria. "Well, that's a good start, right? I hope you like it here." And after a pause in which she finds nothing more to add, she also just goes back to scrubbing the rest of her body, and soon enough she's done, with nothing more but to lounge against the side of the pool in no hurry to leave.
Reiko ducks under to rinse again, wincing a little as she surfaces. Oddly -- for Reiko -- she doesn't seem at all inclined to lounge around the bath this morning. Or maybe she got that all out of her system before she started washing. In any case, she makes her way to the shallow end of the pool and steps out, crossing the steamy room to the spot where she left her clothing and toweling her hair dry before wrapping the towel around herself. Carefully.
Elehu watches Reiko out of the corner of her eye as she plays idly with a small bit of sweetsand. Because... clean hands are important for a Healer. Sure, that works. She glances quickly at Miria, then back at Reiko as she rinses off her hands and starts to slide up and out of the bath, wrapping her towel around her as she heads towards the rider. "It was good seeing you again, Reiko," she says quietly and takes a seat on the bench. "Did you, um.... Did you need anything for... well, you know. Ointment or something, numbweed even," she adds, voice sounding distracted, even strained slightly. Perhaps that wasn't what she wanted to ask.
Reiko swings her head around to glance sharply at Elehu. "What?" Before she's finished uttering the word, though, she gets it. Of course a Healer's eyes wouldn't miss the bruises on her body, even through the steam. "I'm fine," she says quickly, wrapping the towel more tightly around herself. "I mean... numbweed?" She sounds unsure, her fingers picking a bit at the towel... then she looks over her shoulder. "Is it that bad?"
Elehu shrugs slightly and starts to slowly go about getting dressed again. "It just looked like it hurts," she replies quietly, sparing a glance up at Reiko, but she isn't about to ask how they all got there if the rider isn't volunteering. She bends down to tug on her boots. "But if you're fine, you're fine," she adds taking on a neutral tone as she stands and scrubs at her hair idly, just giving Reiko a long look before she turns to deposit the towel with the others headed for the laundry area.
Reiko shrugs a little. "Not so much anymore," she says quietly, drying herself without further comment and beginning to dress. The now-silent Miria gets a quick glance -- she'd nearly forgotten the other was there -- before she focuses her attention on the important task of fingercombing her damp hair. Emerald gaze flickers up to Elehu's face for the briefest of moments before lowering again. "You don't have to worry about it." She's not really sure why she bothered to add that, since the Healer suddenly seems remarkably unconcerned.
Miria has had enough and slips back out of the baths, hopefully smelling better.
"Like I could stop myself from worrying," Elehu replies quietly, leaning back against the wall. Fingers fiddle with the hem of her shirt for a moment as she glances away briefly. But she returns that soft gaze to Reiko, biting her lip. "It looked like it was starting to heal, so... I don't know. I'm just being silly."
Reiko sighs, losing her resolve at that look in Elehu's eyes. "It's fine, honestly," she says, stepping closer and gently brushing damp hair away from the Healer's face. "You're not being silly. But I hardly even noticed." Which of course makes it all right. She leans closer then, her lips brushing lightly against Ele's cheek, barely a touch at all--more like a breath.
Elehu sighs softly, eyes closing at Reiko's touch and tightening at the light kiss. She takes Reiko's hand gently, the look on her face a mix of softly pained worry. "I just hate to see you hurt, that's all," she says in a small quiet voice as she smooths the look on her face back to some sort of neutral ground. She acts as if she would say more, but just shakes her head a fraction and smiles slightly. "So, I'll see you around," she adds, a hint of a question to the statement.
Reiko nods quickly, her fingers closing around Ele's hand in a gentle squeeze. "I don't think it's completely avoidable," she says, perhaps a bit cryptically, her tone gentle and without regret. "But I'd like to see you again," she adds softly, emerald eyes searching Elehu's hazel ones.
"Of course. I'd like that," Elehu replies, quickly smiling. "You know where to find me. And I have even more free time these days," she adds more briskly with a wry twist of the mouth. "I'll see you then, Reiko," she adds, backing up a step before turning and hurrying out of the baths in a gentle swirl of steam.
[End of log]