14.Apr.13, 03:22 AM
If there was one thing Peorray adored about Katila, it was the Bathing Houses. Back home, in her parents' house, bathing had been a complicated affair. With so many people to wash up and no fancy proper bath installed (her father had kept the family alive and well, but he'd never been what a real Holder would call rich), bathing had been a quick, efficient and sometimes infrequent event. They hadn't been dirty -and she'd sock anyone who said otherwise in the nose- but actual baths had definitely happened less often than a quick once-over with a washcloth at night.
Her husband's household had fared better, but lingering still hadn't been encouraged. Peorray was also too much her parents' daughter to lay about and waste the warm water provided.
But at Katila, hot water was plentiful. Peorray was a bit fuzzy on the actual details of the process, but as she understood it, it had something to do with the heat from the hatching sands. Honestly, they should have used that as a selling point with the Stolen- or at least the female ones. Who needed a dragon when there was hot, relaxing bliss to be had?
That last thought made her slide from whimsy to a bit of melancholy and she hastily turned the tap on to fill the pool while she disrobed. She did, that was who. Not that there was a great gaping hole in her life without one, but she'd stood for two clutches now and it did hurt a bit getting rejected. Hence why she was here the morning after the hatching, hoping to cheer herself up before going about the rest of her day.
A glance over revealed the tub almost filled, so Peorray walked over to crouch down and test the temperature -perfect!- and slide on in. She closed her eyes to better enjoy the experience, so caught up in the simple pleasure that she failed to notice one pertinent problem. In her haste , she'd forgotten to throw the bolt on the door.
Oops.
Her husband's household had fared better, but lingering still hadn't been encouraged. Peorray was also too much her parents' daughter to lay about and waste the warm water provided.
But at Katila, hot water was plentiful. Peorray was a bit fuzzy on the actual details of the process, but as she understood it, it had something to do with the heat from the hatching sands. Honestly, they should have used that as a selling point with the Stolen- or at least the female ones. Who needed a dragon when there was hot, relaxing bliss to be had?
That last thought made her slide from whimsy to a bit of melancholy and she hastily turned the tap on to fill the pool while she disrobed. She did, that was who. Not that there was a great gaping hole in her life without one, but she'd stood for two clutches now and it did hurt a bit getting rejected. Hence why she was here the morning after the hatching, hoping to cheer herself up before going about the rest of her day.
A glance over revealed the tub almost filled, so Peorray walked over to crouch down and test the temperature -perfect!- and slide on in. She closed her eyes to better enjoy the experience, so caught up in the simple pleasure that she failed to notice one pertinent problem. In her haste , she'd forgotten to throw the bolt on the door.
Oops.