Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
You would like to follow Zavien straight into the water, but first there's the matter of the living feather boa wrapped across your shoulders to deal with. Pip catches onto your thought patterns a half second too late; by the time she squawks and tries to get away you've already grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, and she's only made it easier to dislodge her from your back. The gangly furball squawks indignantly as you extend out your arm, her body writhing above the steamy water before plop!. With a final indignant shriek she's dropped into the springs, wings beating splashes as she drops beneath the water before emerging to swim, snakelike, toward a nearby rock.
Freed from the burden of Pipsqueak's ire, you're quick to strip out of your clothes. A lifetime of living in and out of barracks means you aren't precious about nudity, and so nothing is left to the imagination as you slip from rocky edge into the steamy water of the spring with a long, satisfied, "Ahhhhhhh."
Your head lolls back as your body melts into the comforting heat. "Oh, the usual. Trying to train up against the Void stuff. Thinking about Stormbreak's future. Girl problems." He cracks an eye, trying to gauge Zavien's reaction. "You got anyone special in your life, Zav?"
Freed from the burden of Pipsqueak's ire, you're quick to strip out of your clothes. A lifetime of living in and out of barracks means you aren't precious about nudity, and so nothing is left to the imagination as you slip from rocky edge into the steamy water of the spring with a long, satisfied, "Ahhhhhhh."
Your head lolls back as your body melts into the comforting heat. "Oh, the usual. Trying to train up against the Void stuff. Thinking about Stormbreak's future. Girl problems." He cracks an eye, trying to gauge Zavien's reaction. "You got anyone special in your life, Zav?"
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
