[Open] It's getting hot in here

[showsnopiety]

Who: Caren and anyone visiting the hot springs!
When: Post dungeon, could be right after fail/success, could be days after
Where: Hot Springs of course
What: There's a hot springs, so now there's a hot springs episode.
Rating: Could be a p-13 and beyond because some people are only wearing towels in this place.





[Win or fail, everyone needed a reason and a way to relax. With the fall of the towers, there was all sorts of good things to come from it. Some would say it was the birds; and others would say it was the hot springs.

The large, large pools of heated water. Sure, they could be used as a way to get all steamed up (or even steam punk) but after all that hard work, everyone deserves a break!

Bring your swimsuits, your towels, your drinks and snacks-who knows, you should be able to find them in the bazaars, or even on Airy. It's time to soak in the heat!]

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[hymnals]

[ He melts a little under the attention of her fingers, sinking just a bit into the water. It was never true that Adra inherently disliked affection or touch--he simply needed to trust someone first, to work past the automatic block his mind projected when it came to strangers. V has done more enough to break that barrier. As such, he leans back against her hand, like an eager cat. ]

Do you have a very big family? Tell me something about them.

[ Let him live vicariously through you. And distract him from all this good pain. ]

[hoasen]

[And look at that, it's rather endearing how he just melts now. To think that a while back, even while she had to comfort him, he would flinch from her touch. Now? It's a relaxing moment, and he willing basks in it.

So she spoils him more, really. Let him experience one of the most talented fingers in her world!]

I do, actually! My oldest brother, our teacher, he took many of us under his wing. I am counted as the second one he took in, so the third in line. [Asia's way too big, so she'll be describing that.] Later, another country took me in. The language we hear in Caissa has similar tones to that country. France. [And then in French, she says something along the lines of "Hello, Adrasteius. It is good to see you are relaxed."]

[hymnals]

[ He shuts his eyes, listening attentively to her voice. She's always so calm; so even and steady. It makes him feel calm, too. As her fingers run through his hair, he feels the oddest sensation along his scalp, a pleasurable sort of tingling that he'd like very much to continue. So he keeps still, stone still, and his voice is a mumble when he replies. ]

That's a beautiful language. Almost as good as Thalassian.

[ A joke. Maybe? He's smiling a little, anyway. ]