Who: Nyx & Kyros What: A run in When: Evening Where: The baths Rating: TBD
It felt like something vile and slick was stuck to her skin. A common feeling when faced with time at the Seelie court, and one that would soon be rectified. The feast would be over soon, and she would return to what sufficed as her existence until the next call for her presence was received. Until such a time, however, she was required to remain, if not charming, then neutrally ambivalent.
Such a skill was not quite so difficult to maintain, but she had not anticipated Kyros' presence. The slick, oily feeling had intensified as soon as his wisp had sought out responses, and rather than ignoring it and moving on, allowing her own attendance to remain uncertain to him, she had foolishly responded. It had been bait, she knew; after all, he was no less a fool now than he had been however many years prior. To adopt human norms. The thought made her scowl in distaste.
The baths were as removed as they could be, and rather than run the risk of running into him - or anyone else at this point - in the ballrooms or feast hall, she had chosen them as a temporary solace. The water was warm and perfumed, the scent of hibiscus wafting around her as she sunk deeper into the bath, her head pillowed against the edge.
Here, she could relax with little hope of anyone coming across her, and she would emerge clean and fragrant, the feel of the court removed from her skin.