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[July 29][Original] Bathing in the Palace
Title: Bathing in the Palace
Day/Theme: July 29, 2009 "a bit of your skin I've yet to have kissed"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saffron
Rating: PG
The water lapped around Saffron's feet, rippling in the soft breeze. She was grateful for the warmth in the air because had it been cool the water's temperature would've been hard to bear. She tossed her hat aside onto a small side table and gradually peeled away her other clothes, flinging them haphazardly to join the straw hat. Most of them, her dress and vest, for example, managed to settle onto the countertop, but some, including one of her socks, didn't quite stick and gradually drooped until finally falling to the floor.
What served as a tub around here was actually more of a large pool. Actually, Saffron thought she had seen pools that were smaller than this washing area. It seemed like everything in the palace was a bit over the top compared to regular life as she saw it. Keeping her arms protectively close to her chest- she didn't really feel that her privacy was assured in a place like this- Saffron made her way slowly down the steps into the water.
As the water caressed her body she relaxed her arms slightly. She acclimated to the temperature quickly and found that it wasn't nearly as cold as she had previously thought- that, or it didn't really matter.
She held her nose and dunked her head under the water, popping up with her long black hair drenched through and clinging to her face, neck, and shoulders. She had left the soap Ofika gave her sitting near the edge of the water and she went back to retrieve it.
Maybe the bathing area was so expansive because the royal folk came with their servants. Saffron was still unfamiliar with many of the traditions of Silesia, particularly those of the royal family, which differed here and there from the common folk she had mingled with, but she knew that in Tezmifor group bathing was seen as normal among all levels of society.
She heard a tapping sound and whirled around to face the door. "Oh, please don't let anyone come in," she whispered sharply. The sound echoed away into the distance without any embarrassing results.
"I wonder if the door locks," she mused, setting the now wet and slippery soap down on the tile where she had left it before. Saffron reached for a towel and decided she might as well find out.
Day/Theme: July 29, 2009 "a bit of your skin I've yet to have kissed"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saffron
Rating: PG
The water lapped around Saffron's feet, rippling in the soft breeze. She was grateful for the warmth in the air because had it been cool the water's temperature would've been hard to bear. She tossed her hat aside onto a small side table and gradually peeled away her other clothes, flinging them haphazardly to join the straw hat. Most of them, her dress and vest, for example, managed to settle onto the countertop, but some, including one of her socks, didn't quite stick and gradually drooped until finally falling to the floor.
What served as a tub around here was actually more of a large pool. Actually, Saffron thought she had seen pools that were smaller than this washing area. It seemed like everything in the palace was a bit over the top compared to regular life as she saw it. Keeping her arms protectively close to her chest- she didn't really feel that her privacy was assured in a place like this- Saffron made her way slowly down the steps into the water.
As the water caressed her body she relaxed her arms slightly. She acclimated to the temperature quickly and found that it wasn't nearly as cold as she had previously thought- that, or it didn't really matter.
She held her nose and dunked her head under the water, popping up with her long black hair drenched through and clinging to her face, neck, and shoulders. She had left the soap Ofika gave her sitting near the edge of the water and she went back to retrieve it.
Maybe the bathing area was so expansive because the royal folk came with their servants. Saffron was still unfamiliar with many of the traditions of Silesia, particularly those of the royal family, which differed here and there from the common folk she had mingled with, but she knew that in Tezmifor group bathing was seen as normal among all levels of society.
She heard a tapping sound and whirled around to face the door. "Oh, please don't let anyone come in," she whispered sharply. The sound echoed away into the distance without any embarrassing results.
"I wonder if the door locks," she mused, setting the now wet and slippery soap down on the tile where she had left it before. Saffron reached for a towel and decided she might as well find out.