The day had been busy with the Fisherwoman, starting with grumblings and ending with hugs of farewell. With enough time to spend an hour with Althrae for lessons in dance that had left the small woman smelling as if she had been far too long upon the docks.
S'jira offered a light smile to the few that she knew in the common room of the inn but apology was also in the darkness of eyes. The smell of old fish and the sweat of dance on her was not something she wanted any find of her.
Light on sandalled feet, the small woman's pace had picked up as she moved down the hall. Touch soon met with the handling of the door of Panther's room and brought it open. Curious eyes spent about the room imediate before she slipped inside. As he wasn't back yet from duty, errand, or else she would have time to bathe and, with hopes, scrub the smells of the day from her.
With the door closed, she unwound the black sash from about her waist and slipped the brown dress off. Both were dropped into a basked within the bathing room. As the water was drawn, hot and clean with salts added, she bent and unwrapped the leather ties of her sandals from about her shins and calves. Each sandal was neatly set beside the door inside the bathing room.
When she stood, it was within that doorway. The darkness of her eyes passed over every detail of the room and drank it in with care and curiosity - as if it had never been seen before. But these things were but items of focal as her thoughts were upon Panther.
A good scrubbing of self and washing of her hair and he was still with her. In her thoughts, in her very heart and soul. She smiled and brought the towel against her in distracted thought to think of that first day within the common room, of him tending the fire. Her head lowered to recall his words of not sleeping within the common room and she smiled against to remember the ruddy light of the fire against his fur..and in feline eyes.
Vigorously, she dried her skin and hair before adding the toweling cloth to the basket with her dirty clothes. She returned the lid of the basket atop and moved into the room and passed his chair. From the dresser, one of her dresses was taken from its folded rest where it was on its surface and pulled it over her head, shifting it into place. Fingers combed through her damp, dark hair that was nearly as black as her gaze from the water in it. Except for that single, pale lock she was conscious of from time to time. As it was remembered, fingers captured it and tucked it as much beneath the other, dark ones and behind her right ear.
Her thoughts rarely drifted too far from Panther, even as she moved across the room. A shiver took her from bare feet against the flooring and took from the bed one of its smaller, lighter covers to draw about her shoulders until the chill passed.
Blanketed shoulder met the framing of the window and small form leaned against it to spend those restful moments watching out the window.
S'jira offered a light smile to the few that she knew in the common room of the inn but apology was also in the darkness of eyes. The smell of old fish and the sweat of dance on her was not something she wanted any find of her.
Light on sandalled feet, the small woman's pace had picked up as she moved down the hall. Touch soon met with the handling of the door of Panther's room and brought it open. Curious eyes spent about the room imediate before she slipped inside. As he wasn't back yet from duty, errand, or else she would have time to bathe and, with hopes, scrub the smells of the day from her.
With the door closed, she unwound the black sash from about her waist and slipped the brown dress off. Both were dropped into a basked within the bathing room. As the water was drawn, hot and clean with salts added, she bent and unwrapped the leather ties of her sandals from about her shins and calves. Each sandal was neatly set beside the door inside the bathing room.
When she stood, it was within that doorway. The darkness of her eyes passed over every detail of the room and drank it in with care and curiosity - as if it had never been seen before. But these things were but items of focal as her thoughts were upon Panther.
A good scrubbing of self and washing of her hair and he was still with her. In her thoughts, in her very heart and soul. She smiled and brought the towel against her in distracted thought to think of that first day within the common room, of him tending the fire. Her head lowered to recall his words of not sleeping within the common room and she smiled against to remember the ruddy light of the fire against his fur..and in feline eyes.
Vigorously, she dried her skin and hair before adding the toweling cloth to the basket with her dirty clothes. She returned the lid of the basket atop and moved into the room and passed his chair. From the dresser, one of her dresses was taken from its folded rest where it was on its surface and pulled it over her head, shifting it into place. Fingers combed through her damp, dark hair that was nearly as black as her gaze from the water in it. Except for that single, pale lock she was conscious of from time to time. As it was remembered, fingers captured it and tucked it as much beneath the other, dark ones and behind her right ear.
Her thoughts rarely drifted too far from Panther, even as she moved across the room. A shiver took her from bare feet against the flooring and took from the bed one of its smaller, lighter covers to draw about her shoulders until the chill passed.
Blanketed shoulder met the framing of the window and small form leaned against it to spend those restful moments watching out the window.