Zelda
Princess of Hyrule
With a smile, the knight nodded to the auburn-haired woman before standing. "Thank you Ihylin." She watched as Ihylin left, giving a small sigh. Despite the warmth of their previous conversation, she could tell the pain and worry Ihylin felt for his-royal-pain-in-the-ass.
The white-haired young woman made her way quickly to the bath, as she was very eager to relax. She did not plan to bathe for too long, as she had this off feeling about everything. It was as if her gut was telling her something was wrong, or something horrible was about to arise. The woman was adamant about trusting herself, but she did not wish to feel that way about the ominous feeling.
Carefully she stripped herself of her sword, shield, armor and attire, placing it gently on the ground beside her. She prepared the water before slipping in, exhaling a great sigh. It had been quite some time since she last took a nice warm bath, and she was afraid of her body odor from the trip was perhaps noticeable. Closing her eyes she slid down into the bath up to her nose. Warmth embraced her body like a hug.
Please give him a chance. He lost a lot of what he loved in such a short time.
Valencia rose from the water quickly, choking on the water she took in from her thoughts. Her white hair strung from the water, her coughs lightly fading as she took deep breaths. She held her chest, not for breath, but for unease. The conversations they've all had... it made her feel like a villain.
The confrontation and Ihylin standing bravely between them... the brokenness of Valencia's demeanor in front of Ihylin... the almost traitorous-like aggression she gave to Lord Seton...
It hurt. Her very duty as a knight was to serve and only to serve. Yes, it helped when her heart was big... but now it was getting in the way.
The usually calm knight splashed the bath water in anger, much a like a child. She had already cried her tears earlier, and had none left. She stared at her reflection, the steam and ripples in the water making her reflection disoriented. With another sigh, she began to wash her body with pleasant smelling soap; quite the opposite to the stench of a foul future of events to occur. The feeling of the crusted blood and dried mud being removed was, however, a great feeling.
Even with the feeling of being clean and the warmth of the bath, it still felt so cold. She wished not to hurt her friends, and yet... she had to risk it. She would listen intently and honestly to Lord Seton, and hoped and prayed to the Gods that he was innocent. If what he and Ihylin said was true, then she would bring justice to them; finally.
Once she was done, she dried herself off. Instead of enjoying a bath like one should, she felt like she was imprisoned in her own thoughts, and wished not to be alone with them any longer. Her hair curled tightly - more than the usual tight waves - from the water. She placed it up in her usual messy yet orderly bun and braids. Digging in her small satchel, she pulled out the second set of underclothes, one of the only things in the satchel. Setting her dirty clothes aside, she figured she could wash them tomorrow morning.
It was a wonderful feeling to place on clean clothes after a warm bath, so it eased her mind for a few moments. Valencia habitually put her armor back on, only realizing afterward that she really did not need to. With a sigh, she grabbed her sword and shield, the light from the candles and torches still lit flickering on the blade. Sheathing the weapon and strapping the shield to her arm, she made her way back to the main room.
When she entered, she noticed Ihylin and Rolard were not found. Assuming they were chatting alone elsewhere, she took her seat, glancing at a random book left on a nearby table, and decided to read. She had to keep her mind on other things, and she wanted to give them their privacy if they were talking.
@Keidivh @Hart
The white-haired young woman made her way quickly to the bath, as she was very eager to relax. She did not plan to bathe for too long, as she had this off feeling about everything. It was as if her gut was telling her something was wrong, or something horrible was about to arise. The woman was adamant about trusting herself, but she did not wish to feel that way about the ominous feeling.
Carefully she stripped herself of her sword, shield, armor and attire, placing it gently on the ground beside her. She prepared the water before slipping in, exhaling a great sigh. It had been quite some time since she last took a nice warm bath, and she was afraid of her body odor from the trip was perhaps noticeable. Closing her eyes she slid down into the bath up to her nose. Warmth embraced her body like a hug.
Please give him a chance. He lost a lot of what he loved in such a short time.
Valencia rose from the water quickly, choking on the water she took in from her thoughts. Her white hair strung from the water, her coughs lightly fading as she took deep breaths. She held her chest, not for breath, but for unease. The conversations they've all had... it made her feel like a villain.
The confrontation and Ihylin standing bravely between them... the brokenness of Valencia's demeanor in front of Ihylin... the almost traitorous-like aggression she gave to Lord Seton...
It hurt. Her very duty as a knight was to serve and only to serve. Yes, it helped when her heart was big... but now it was getting in the way.
The usually calm knight splashed the bath water in anger, much a like a child. She had already cried her tears earlier, and had none left. She stared at her reflection, the steam and ripples in the water making her reflection disoriented. With another sigh, she began to wash her body with pleasant smelling soap; quite the opposite to the stench of a foul future of events to occur. The feeling of the crusted blood and dried mud being removed was, however, a great feeling.
Even with the feeling of being clean and the warmth of the bath, it still felt so cold. She wished not to hurt her friends, and yet... she had to risk it. She would listen intently and honestly to Lord Seton, and hoped and prayed to the Gods that he was innocent. If what he and Ihylin said was true, then she would bring justice to them; finally.
Once she was done, she dried herself off. Instead of enjoying a bath like one should, she felt like she was imprisoned in her own thoughts, and wished not to be alone with them any longer. Her hair curled tightly - more than the usual tight waves - from the water. She placed it up in her usual messy yet orderly bun and braids. Digging in her small satchel, she pulled out the second set of underclothes, one of the only things in the satchel. Setting her dirty clothes aside, she figured she could wash them tomorrow morning.
It was a wonderful feeling to place on clean clothes after a warm bath, so it eased her mind for a few moments. Valencia habitually put her armor back on, only realizing afterward that she really did not need to. With a sigh, she grabbed her sword and shield, the light from the candles and torches still lit flickering on the blade. Sheathing the weapon and strapping the shield to her arm, she made her way back to the main room.
When she entered, she noticed Ihylin and Rolard were not found. Assuming they were chatting alone elsewhere, she took her seat, glancing at a random book left on a nearby table, and decided to read. She had to keep her mind on other things, and she wanted to give them their privacy if they were talking.
@Keidivh @Hart