WHO: Coupe + Gervais, Yseult, Lakshmi, Teren WHAT: Back 2 Kirkwall WHEN: Now-ish, some prompts backdated WHERE: Kirkwall/Vaguely Orlais NOTES: HMU on plurk if you want something.
The depths of winter make the days so much shorter here. Cut her off from the length of her training, which no doubt is only something only something she would sulk about.
However Isaac probably was glad she wasn't pushing her injured hand too hard while it was recovering.
But at least compared to London's slums and the odd notions the English had about bathing some times, at least the Inquisition appreciated a hot bath that she could look forward to. (Self banished from Magni's bed didn't make her sulk by itself, but it made the cold bit that much deeper at night when she was always a desert child, even now).
More focused on that, then her company. Stripped down with just the loose white material wrapped around her waist then up and over her shoulder. The rope of black hung like a pendulum over her shoulder. But the vanity of it all was the basket ok her off hand of tubs and bottles of oils and fragrances. Gently settling herself on her side of the bath, feeling the steam beginning to unice her still remaining fingers and toes.
(her neck empty of the heavy silver phial, if she is bothered about being naked, it is only because she is missing that and now her clothes).
The basket set down at the edge straightens, and it's then that she captures sight of Coupe. But mercy be, she doesn't bother the other woman. Just bows her head deeply as a commander deserves.
Then takes her seat not in the water, but on the ledge. Dipping her legs in but no more, as she reaches out of the container. Fishing for the bits and pieces she wants. A brush, a bottle of oil, a rough cloth, a strange metal hook that wasn't sharp but catches the light in a dull shine. Perfectly ordinary to her. The last is a wooden bowl that she places in her lap. Settled in place Lakshmi began the almighty task of brushing out her hair. Dropping to tug loose the tie at the of it. Unravelling the braid like snakes detangling from each other, all that hair kinked faintly with a wave from how it was kept up, it covers her, loops around her knees, pools in itself on the floor next to her where it reaches well below her hips. Until a little tug of a mattered knot where her helmet had sat during the day of her training. Makes her grunt in that particular pain of tugging at single strands of hair and sends the bowl in her lap tumbling free into the pool.
She's not quick enough with occupied hands as it bops away across the ripples of movement. The deep breath through her nose is mildly frustrated as she can't quite reach it. Damn it, was this her punishment for her everything she'd done?
Lakshmi wets her lips, soft with steam and clears her throat to get Coupe's attention. "Commander, may I ask you to push that back this way?"
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However Isaac probably was glad she wasn't pushing her injured hand too hard while it was recovering.
But at least compared to London's slums and the odd notions the English had about bathing some times, at least the Inquisition appreciated a hot bath that she could look forward to. (Self banished from Magni's bed didn't make her sulk by itself, but it made the cold bit that much deeper at night when she was always a desert child, even now).
More focused on that, then her company. Stripped down with just the loose white material wrapped around her waist then up and over her shoulder. The rope of black hung like a pendulum over her shoulder. But the vanity of it all was the basket ok her off hand of tubs and bottles of oils and fragrances. Gently settling herself on her side of the bath, feeling the steam beginning to unice her still remaining fingers and toes.
(her neck empty of the heavy silver phial, if she is bothered about being naked, it is only because she is missing that and now her clothes).
The basket set down at the edge straightens, and it's then that she captures sight of Coupe. But mercy be, she doesn't bother the other woman. Just bows her head deeply as a commander deserves.
Then takes her seat not in the water, but on the ledge. Dipping her legs in but no more, as she reaches out of the container. Fishing for the bits and pieces she wants. A brush, a bottle of oil, a rough cloth, a strange metal hook that wasn't sharp but catches the light in a dull shine. Perfectly ordinary to her. The last is a wooden bowl that she places in her lap. Settled in place Lakshmi began the almighty task of brushing out her hair. Dropping to tug loose the tie at the of it. Unravelling the braid like snakes detangling from each other, all that hair kinked faintly with a wave from how it was kept up, it covers her, loops around her knees, pools in itself on the floor next to her where it reaches well below her hips. Until a little tug of a mattered knot where her helmet had sat during the day of her training. Makes her grunt in that particular pain of tugging at single strands of hair and sends the bowl in her lap tumbling free into the pool.
She's not quick enough with occupied hands as it bops away across the ripples of movement. The deep breath through her nose is mildly frustrated as she can't quite reach it. Damn it, was this her punishment for her everything she'd done?
Lakshmi wets her lips, soft with steam and clears her throat to get Coupe's attention. "Commander, may I ask you to push that back this way?"