[G] [C] 734.11.12 | Hard Truths Will Out

J'tir blinked at the woman for a moment as she gathered his clothes and started washing them. There was really nothing he could do right them, she had them all in hand and was washing them rather effectively, and much faster than he had ever done. Shrugging, and realizing he was naked still, the man slid into the third pool, not far from Ali and the wash, and ducked under the water. When his hair was fully soaked, he came up and reached for a handful of the lavender soapsand. And she has good taste in bronzes, too. commented with a smug tone, as he always did when someone gave him a compliment. It took a moment for the man to realize the bronze had broadcast to the woman as well and he smiled in her direction. Careful, your ego is showing. he responded. Long strands of hair fell in his eyes and he brushed them away before scrubbing the soapsand through his hair and making a mighty lather. From the corner of his eye he saw the woman smiling as she worked, and could hear her humming along to something.

Slipping from the water, he walked over to the woman and took the clothes from her hands. They were cleaned and rinsed, and would not dry funny in the time it took them to bathe. He put a finger over her lips to forestall any argument and he led her back the pool he had started his bath in. His hair was a foamy mass of bubbles, standing straight up in the air as he carefully helped her into the pool and waited for her to duck under the water. When she had finally come back up, her long tresses still bound in a bun, he moved behind her and freed the blond hair. "There! Now we can wash your hair too." he grinned, grabbing another handful of sand and working it carefully into Alicona's hair without dripping it into her eyes. When it was as lathered as his, he dipped another handful from the container and scrubbed it down her shoulders, back and arms before turning her around with a playful grin. Winking, he repeated the process over her stomach, sides and chest while being extremely careful of the woman's sensitive breasts. It was with great restraint that he didn't try to start anything in the pool. Using gentle fingers, J'tir also washed her face while looking into her eyes. His hands trembled slightly as he lowered them, an effort of will to keep himself in check and he had to clear his throat before he could speak, "Okay, you can rinse now."

I could use a bath too, but not in those tiny pools. Vleyth mentioned, having watched his rider bathe the woman. Let's go to the lake with her. The man was about to agree, but as he turned to ask the woman if she wanted to go, his stomach rumbled loudly and reminded him that he had detoured from the Dining Hall in order to track down the source of the rumors. Sheepishly J'tir ran a hand through his hair, and grinned wickedly as it came back covered in the foamy soap lather. The bronzerider flung the handful of lather at the woman and reloaded his sudsy ammo by scraping more from his hair. "Gotcha!"