Azabeth, the thief (azabeth) wrote in thebattleage, @ 2012-04-24 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! complete, (thread), ariadne notaras, azabeth kordura, eligia milagros, imenry barras, kallian endris, lalin adain, lillie tharelle, lucressia peron, signy of dagna |
The Inevitable Hot Springs Episode
Who: The females of Amaranthine
When: 23 Solis
Where: The hotsprings beneath the keep
Rating: T for boobies!
Summary: Tensions have been running high in the keep, and need to be relaxed; a few enterprising women, chief among them a certain redhead, find ways to do so.
Amaranthine, like some of the women who lived there, had been built to withstand siege; this meant a very specific set of criteria in the construction of the keep and the surrounding village. One was stout walls (check) and the second was the ability to store copious amounts of food (also check). The third was access to fresh water - preferably an underground spring, a nigh-endless, nearly uncompromisable source of moisture.
And if the spring ran hot, well, bonus.
Vigil's Keep had been constructed with this natural boon in mind - stone chambers built around the spring's natural rock basin, one for each sex, the water pooling naturally, steaming hot, and most importantly, drinkable. The springs were warm, spacious, quiet, private - and most of all, offered a chance to let one's hair down, in a manner of speaking, because Azabeth had hers pinned up atop her head, carefully coiffed save for a few artful curls at the back of her neck. Because while this side was for women only, that rarely, if ever, actually held true when it came to naked women, and it was best to always be prepared.
In Az's case, this meant slithering out of her trousers and blouse, leaving them in a silken pile near the door, plucking up a fluffy towel from the niche in the wall built exactly for such a purpose, and sauntering with long, rolling strides to the water's edge. The towel was set on the ground, a toe dipped into the water to test the temperature - ah, just right! - and then the slow luxurious slide into the water, the glorious rush of warmth and the little spike of adrenaline from the sudden change from air to water, that made a delicious heat-shiver rush over her entire frame. Aaah, this was the life. Arms spread along the edge of the spring-pool, head tipped back in exultation, Azabeth settled into the water.
First to arrive, of course, but she was sure there would be more. The ladies needed a night all to themselves.