i get you to swerve right outta fast lane Who: Erevos and Georgie What: Getting some salve Where: Hot springs When: After this Warnings: TBD
Georgiana hadn't spent much time at the hot springs, simply because she found public bathing of any kind to be too scandalous a thing to be borne. Instead, she'd avoided the place, skirting around it, and finding private places inside the Palace to bathe—a thing, she'd realized lately, that was far more dangerous than she'd expected.
The Palace was alive, and it was not always kind. Still, she was doing well enough for herself for now.
Wearing a heavy pelise of periwinkle over a lacy gown, she settled on a bench just outside the entrance to the hot springs. There was, she was surprised to notice, a second entry, this one reading "SPA." While she had no idea what that was, she supposed that, after meeting with this Erevos, she may as well investigate.
Every time she heard footsteps, she lifted her chin to peer down the corridor, waiting to see the man who'd offered his aide. Instead, she saw couples of all persuasions stumbling into the hot springs or this spa, giggling with their heads together. No one by themselves until... Ah. This must be him.
Rising, Georgie looked up. And up. He towered over her. "Sir," she said, giving him a curtsey. "I assume you are the fae lord Erevos?"