Re: First Class: The Turkish Baths
The elf never let another person wash her before, yet it felt expected. Allowable. In fact it pleased her, enough that she would certainly offer to do the same for the princess afterward. It was only right. Her fears were leaving her, and she was glad for it, since water was an element unfamiliar to her. Perhaps she was a sister; a sister of the heart, not of the blood, and they all found connection in that way.
"Trouble. Danger. Sometimes when the wind shifts, the fates can go anywhere." She often felt like she could go any which way, and that was not specific to the elf only. Another part of her felt too, the shyness and the strangeness, alien and uncertain. The elf raised her eyebrows, the tattoos appearing to make a new shape with that simple expression shift, and then she laughed too. "Why question it indeed. If they are happy, why should we not be? You are very wise. Are you not afraid, being here, or are you a part of this place?"