( OPEN + CLOSED )

[gritted]

WHO: Caspar Perakis, Kenna Carrow, Taehel & pals.
WHAT: Catch-all post for November.
WHEN: Current-ish.
WHERE: Throughout Kirkwall and the Gallows.
NOTES: Open and some closed starters in the comments. Hit me up at awarewolf if you want to plan something! You can find info on Caspar here and info on Kenna here.

Comments

baths!

[levered]

[ Clarke already had her knees curled toward her chest in the water, in a way that's casual rather than timid but still reasonably effective, so there's not much added shrinking or modesty at the sound of approaching footsteps. She doesn't look up until there's a voice to go with them—and not as far up as she expected. She'd probably be more used to dwarves, by now, if there were more of them in the fortress. But there aren't, and she's only recently started leaving the island, so there's still a beat of surprise. ]

No, it's fine.

[ There's plenty of room, but she uncurls one leg and uses it to scoot over a couple of inches anyway, for the gesture's sake. ]

What happened to you?

[ Like, did she roll in a pile of ashes, or. ]

[gritted]

Sorry?

[ She pauses as she's slipping off her towel and stepping into the water, like she's misheard. It only takes her a second to catch up. Kenna flashes a chagrined smile, but she doesn't seem to think anything of lowering herself into the water, filthy or no; that's what the bath's for, right? ]

A forge and a bunch of coal, is what. I work at the smithy.

[ Her towel's left in an untidy pile near head, and as soon as she's sitting she seems intent on dunking her head — pausing just before she's up to her nose, rising a bit so can speak without swallowing water. ]

I can go somewhere else— [ The offer seems earnest. Also too late, considering the small clouds of ash already spinning beneath the surface of the water. ]