He had chosen the place where they had held their last spa day. It seemed a good location for discussing Torchline's business, whether or not pink mud was involved. The King of that region lounged, partially reclined along a curving couch of rock that left him submerged to mid-chest in the comfortably hot water. His tail was partially curled beneath him and his primary token of clothing was a cobalt hip wrap that would have covered him to mid-thigh for when he needed to come into possession of legs. Otherwise he was bare armed but for his jewelry and bare chested as was his usual state when the weather allowed.
The pedestal of rock which had previously held their spa supplies was currently hosting a picnic basket beside him. A corner of a red silk napkin hung over the edge, setting off the bright purple of a bunch of grapes that peeked out, along with a whiff of quiche. Hadama had a small plate of those floating near at hand: bite sized morsels of sweet dough and egg and cheese, some with bacon or mushrooms or spinach folded into their centers.
He waited with all outward patience, countenance serene as he meditated on the steam and the secrets it hid, but his senses were sharpened for any sound or sight of his co-ruler's arrival.
Flora
The pedestal of rock which had previously held their spa supplies was currently hosting a picnic basket beside him. A corner of a red silk napkin hung over the edge, setting off the bright purple of a bunch of grapes that peeked out, along with a whiff of quiche. Hadama had a small plate of those floating near at hand: bite sized morsels of sweet dough and egg and cheese, some with bacon or mushrooms or spinach folded into their centers.
He waited with all outward patience, countenance serene as he meditated on the steam and the secrets it hid, but his senses were sharpened for any sound or sight of his co-ruler's arrival.
Flora
