DF RP: _Wimminz_ Nomi and R'ish
Dragonsfire RP: _ Wet Leather _11/23/2008. Early summer, 10th Pass. Nomi and R'ish were swimming at the Berry Picking falls -- the big ones, the cold ones - and come home blue, wet, and frozen. Short scene, but I really enjoyed it.
Little Baths (#19919)
No grey slants through the night-walls of the intimate bathing cavern - now a small fraction of the larger room that it was a part of. All ambient lighting is provided by candles, glow or what daylight might manage a subdued entrance through the outer room's barriers. Cool rock ceiling above wafts dense air over the warm stone below, that heated by the fading volcanic core of the mountain. The bath itself is carved yet deeper into the floor, and plumbing has developed a drip over the turns. That constant soundless drip has provided the rich humidity characteristic of this room, as well as the seeping mineral scent of the weyr's deep wells, mingled with whatever odor of candles were lit. Enough room for one chair the privy, a few shelves and a small sink, the bath possesses a single, lightweight door - more for the idea of privacy, than any real barrier against intrusion.
Follow the candlelight, or follow the shadows, the bathroom is always a bit dark and definitely damp.
Nomi is still laughing -- and shivering -- as she drops clothing all the way from the ledge to the baths. Flight gear, first, its wool dampened and soggy and frozen with flight and ::between::, risked the jump so as to get /home/ before midnight. Then her tunic and trousers, also damp from the inside out and muddy with river-mud from the ravine. Finally her underthings, slipping out of those as she enters the darkened baths. In here her laughter echoes off the stone and is amplified by not being able to see /her/, turning weyrwoman into a gurgling happy echo. Her firelizards know this trick and bit firestone on the way in, so as Nomi opens the taps to fill the sunken tub with thermal-hot waters Bren and Ban fly clockwise around the little room belching fire onto the candles and sconces that light the tiled baths. No glows, in here, it is a fire that warms the glitter of obsidian walls burns fuzzily in the rising steam. Nomi has had the giggles all evening for no good reason, but she could be on the verge of hypothermia by now. The falls were /cold/ and the flight even colder.
Teeth Chattering and like Nomi, Shivering as she makes her way in. Leaving muddy boots at the door. Though Unlike Nomi, R'ish doesn't strip all the way to the baths. Well except for that soggy jacket of hers, but it gets hung up to dry. Far too distracted watching Nomi strip as she walks. Somehow R'ish ended up in the water fully clothed at one point.. Causing leather pants to tighten up and CLING to her. She laughs as she walks as well. The giggles are highly contagious, you know. And further drawn to chuckles and venturing futher in as Nomi disappears in the darkness. And once R'ish gets into the bathing chamber she smirks. "Great flit trick!" She says as she begins to strip. Shirt first, dripping wet.. She tries to find a place to hang it. Undershirt next.. And then comes the pants. They're a pain in the rear to get off.. And R'ish nearly tumbles over as she tries to struggle her way free from them. "Ngggh I hate wet leaaaa.." And down she goes in a bit of a clatter, though thankfully unhurt... She will sulk a bit though. "ther." And she'll tug and pull and grumble from her now seated position as she tries to get the damn leather off.
Nomi is dressed in steam and not much else but is warming quickly from the feet up. The tub fills fast from firemen-sized pipes in the wall and she'll add some Igen-scented bubblie to the water before turning them down to a decent flow. Sunk into the floor, the baths are a generous hot-tub size but more straight-edged stone shaped, rectangular-ish, and unfortunately don't come with jets. But at least its warm in here, in color and temperature, and Nomis laugh has gone blurry in the wet air. She'll splash her way over to the brownrider, freckles warring with goosebumps for control of her skin. "They look good though, painted on like that. But I know what you mean." Wet leather. Ugh. "Here, gimme a leg." Nomi tries working them off from both legs actually, pulling from the cuffs and accompanied by wet schooking noises. Its unclear if this is helpful at all.
R'ish holds out her legs to Nomi and lifts up.. She's being pulled closer to the edge of the pool.. Though soon enough the pants make it off.. and she's springing to her feet to remove the rest of what she has on.. which.. really isn't much. She laughs though her smirk hidden by the steam as she slips into the water, near Nomi. Nomi who's been left with R'ish pants in her hands "Thank you." She says smoothly. Sinking further down she rests her head back against the stone letting out a sigh. "So nice to be warm." Though she gives a little chilled shudder as the heat sinks in and gets rid of the cold. "Though cold or not.. I had a great time."
Nomi uncharacteristically tosses the soggy leather into a corner and falls back into the water. The baths are just big enough that she doesn't crack her skull on the far side of the tub. And now that the pipes are under the watermark the noise subsides into almost silence; gurgle of water, splash of limbs, Nom's splutter as she resurfaces and eases herself into the corner. "Very fun. I told you the main waterfall was strong enough to drag one's top off." Hurts the head though, but it feels good on the back and shoulders. "Or was that not an accident?" Could have been R'ish's top. Might have been one of the Candidates or Weyrfolk. Nomi knew better, having lost her top yesterday.
Eyes closed, R'ish just gives a low throaty laugh as she lounges. "Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies." She says teasingly. But.. it's not like R'ish has too very much to show off by losing her top, save for scars and well toned muscle, she's not particularly well endowed. Though after a few moments she turns her head to peer over at Nomi through barely cracked eyelids. "I actually didn't think it really /would/ knock my shirt off." She admits with a laugh. "Though..." She gives a little shrug. "/I/ didn't mind."
Nomi laughs again, though her stomach muscles -- and she's got some great ones from riding -- are hurting. "I didn't mind either." Nomi's small and sleight and chestless, herself, a Peter Pan of a weyrwoman, but people are what they are and she's never much worried about it, or cared. She does like watching Vyune walk through a room though, hubba hubba. R'ish under the waterfall was pretty spectacular too. "Once the sun went though I realized how cracking cold that water actually was. This is much nicer." She sinks into the water-warm rock and lets her toes drift up and down in the bubbles. "They know another trick too." Her comment is a bit confusing, as is the little whistle that follows it, but after a few minutes the firelizards are back again, this time fly-dragging in a heavy skin of wine. They pull it up to the baths and then swoop out again, preferring the dry heat of the hearth in the weyr to the wet steam of the baths. Nomi slips through the water, keeping her shoulders under it for heat, and inspects it. "A bit of luck of the draw I'm afraid, I haven't figured out how to teach them to bring a particular skin out of the coldstore, so lets see... Looks... brandless. I guess we'll just hope for the best?" She'll heft it up and hand it over, guests first and all that.
R'ish is confused for a moment by the seemingly random comment. Those eyes crack a bit again as she peers over at Nomi. "Yeah.. That was pretty cold." And when the wine skin is dragged back R'ish will grin. Luck of the draw? R'ish shrugs. Yes, she's a wine snob.. well she's an alcohol snob most of the time. But Alcohol is alcohol in the end. "Brandless?" R'ish asks with a little playful grimace as she reaches for it and takes a sip. She coughs a little. "It's... not bad. I've had much worse." Some of Fort's wines come to mind. Though she's also had much... much better. "Your turn under the falls next time." R'ish says as she flashes that grin of hers, handing the skin back over.
"Not my fault you missed it." The wine is cold, which is the best thing to be said about it, nice chilled dry white Tillek by its flavors. A bit tame and raw for both their tastes, but Nomi drinks it and keeps it for a bit, liking the cold wine in the hot baths. "I prefer red... darker, heavier flavors, more tannin, more taste... and older. But you're right, its drinkable." She'll hand it back, almost flashing R'ish in the process -- see, nothing to see anyway -- and then settle deeper into the water. She'll just enjoy soaking for awhile, occasionally adding more hot water to the mix.
R'ish snorts softly. "you could've come found me when you found the falls the first time." R'ish says smirking as she takes the wine back. She nods. "Aye.. I much prefer red, m'self." She'll agree with Nomi. "But white does on occasion." She nods again. "Aye.. older.." She'll pass the wine back between them, carrying on conversation and relaxing in the warm water. Flirting, as she generally does. Though with all the activity of the day, she might just find herself dosing later on in the water. Though she'll stay as long as Nomi seems unbothered by it.
"Should have, yes, didn't mean to stay so long." Nomi's words already go quieter and sleepy with the heat. She stayed all day in the sun of the berry fields, yesterday, working and swimming alongside the Candidates almost as if she were one of them. Today she went only to swim and jumped there and back, but it was still a very long day. She wants to talk, and flirt, and be flirted with, but sleep is winning. She'll soak until the water starts getting cold and all the bubbles have disappeared. Then a stretch, and a sigh, and a grin in the half-light as candles burned out. "Hearth is warm, too." There's a wooly skins for carpet, a fire, and warmer drinks. "We might actually dry out?" It is half-invitation for R'ish to stay on, stay here.
R'ish starts awake slightly. IT's not a dramatic jerk. Lifting her head up a bit to peer over at Nomi. She sits up, working her arm a bit before giving a full on stretch. "Warm is good." She says in that relaxed voice. A little grunt as she turns to grab onto the edge of the pull, turning her upper half to stretch her back a bit, soft popping sounds traveling down her spine. Ahhhh. "Dry is very good. I think I'm a bit water logged." She'll linger a moment longer in the cooling water before turning around again to pull herself up and out of the pool then offering a hand out to help Nomi out. She'll take that opening as an invitation to stay. "Lets go get warm."
"Yessss..." Nomi accepts the hand and, tease that she is, keep hold of it and lead R'ish back out into the weyr. Her other hand will snag them a couple of decadently large towels. She'll trust the other Rider to bring the wine. Too bad Nomi's exhaustion will have her asleep before the skin is drunk.
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Little Baths (#19919)
No grey slants through the night-walls of the intimate bathing cavern - now a small fraction of the larger room that it was a part of. All ambient lighting is provided by candles, glow or what daylight might manage a subdued entrance through the outer room's barriers. Cool rock ceiling above wafts dense air over the warm stone below, that heated by the fading volcanic core of the mountain. The bath itself is carved yet deeper into the floor, and plumbing has developed a drip over the turns. That constant soundless drip has provided the rich humidity characteristic of this room, as well as the seeping mineral scent of the weyr's deep wells, mingled with whatever odor of candles were lit. Enough room for one chair the privy, a few shelves and a small sink, the bath possesses a single, lightweight door - more for the idea of privacy, than any real barrier against intrusion.
Follow the candlelight, or follow the shadows, the bathroom is always a bit dark and definitely damp.
Nomi is still laughing -- and shivering -- as she drops clothing all the way from the ledge to the baths. Flight gear, first, its wool dampened and soggy and frozen with flight and ::between::, risked the jump so as to get /home/ before midnight. Then her tunic and trousers, also damp from the inside out and muddy with river-mud from the ravine. Finally her underthings, slipping out of those as she enters the darkened baths. In here her laughter echoes off the stone and is amplified by not being able to see /her/, turning weyrwoman into a gurgling happy echo. Her firelizards know this trick and bit firestone on the way in, so as Nomi opens the taps to fill the sunken tub with thermal-hot waters Bren and Ban fly clockwise around the little room belching fire onto the candles and sconces that light the tiled baths. No glows, in here, it is a fire that warms the glitter of obsidian walls burns fuzzily in the rising steam. Nomi has had the giggles all evening for no good reason, but she could be on the verge of hypothermia by now. The falls were /cold/ and the flight even colder.
Teeth Chattering and like Nomi, Shivering as she makes her way in. Leaving muddy boots at the door. Though Unlike Nomi, R'ish doesn't strip all the way to the baths. Well except for that soggy jacket of hers, but it gets hung up to dry. Far too distracted watching Nomi strip as she walks. Somehow R'ish ended up in the water fully clothed at one point.. Causing leather pants to tighten up and CLING to her. She laughs as she walks as well. The giggles are highly contagious, you know. And further drawn to chuckles and venturing futher in as Nomi disappears in the darkness. And once R'ish gets into the bathing chamber she smirks. "Great flit trick!" She says as she begins to strip. Shirt first, dripping wet.. She tries to find a place to hang it. Undershirt next.. And then comes the pants. They're a pain in the rear to get off.. And R'ish nearly tumbles over as she tries to struggle her way free from them. "Ngggh I hate wet leaaaa.." And down she goes in a bit of a clatter, though thankfully unhurt... She will sulk a bit though. "ther." And she'll tug and pull and grumble from her now seated position as she tries to get the damn leather off.
Nomi is dressed in steam and not much else but is warming quickly from the feet up. The tub fills fast from firemen-sized pipes in the wall and she'll add some Igen-scented bubblie to the water before turning them down to a decent flow. Sunk into the floor, the baths are a generous hot-tub size but more straight-edged stone shaped, rectangular-ish, and unfortunately don't come with jets. But at least its warm in here, in color and temperature, and Nomis laugh has gone blurry in the wet air. She'll splash her way over to the brownrider, freckles warring with goosebumps for control of her skin. "They look good though, painted on like that. But I know what you mean." Wet leather. Ugh. "Here, gimme a leg." Nomi tries working them off from both legs actually, pulling from the cuffs and accompanied by wet schooking noises. Its unclear if this is helpful at all.
R'ish holds out her legs to Nomi and lifts up.. She's being pulled closer to the edge of the pool.. Though soon enough the pants make it off.. and she's springing to her feet to remove the rest of what she has on.. which.. really isn't much. She laughs though her smirk hidden by the steam as she slips into the water, near Nomi. Nomi who's been left with R'ish pants in her hands "Thank you." She says smoothly. Sinking further down she rests her head back against the stone letting out a sigh. "So nice to be warm." Though she gives a little chilled shudder as the heat sinks in and gets rid of the cold. "Though cold or not.. I had a great time."
Nomi uncharacteristically tosses the soggy leather into a corner and falls back into the water. The baths are just big enough that she doesn't crack her skull on the far side of the tub. And now that the pipes are under the watermark the noise subsides into almost silence; gurgle of water, splash of limbs, Nom's splutter as she resurfaces and eases herself into the corner. "Very fun. I told you the main waterfall was strong enough to drag one's top off." Hurts the head though, but it feels good on the back and shoulders. "Or was that not an accident?" Could have been R'ish's top. Might have been one of the Candidates or Weyrfolk. Nomi knew better, having lost her top yesterday.
Eyes closed, R'ish just gives a low throaty laugh as she lounges. "Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies." She says teasingly. But.. it's not like R'ish has too very much to show off by losing her top, save for scars and well toned muscle, she's not particularly well endowed. Though after a few moments she turns her head to peer over at Nomi through barely cracked eyelids. "I actually didn't think it really /would/ knock my shirt off." She admits with a laugh. "Though..." She gives a little shrug. "/I/ didn't mind."
Nomi laughs again, though her stomach muscles -- and she's got some great ones from riding -- are hurting. "I didn't mind either." Nomi's small and sleight and chestless, herself, a Peter Pan of a weyrwoman, but people are what they are and she's never much worried about it, or cared. She does like watching Vyune walk through a room though, hubba hubba. R'ish under the waterfall was pretty spectacular too. "Once the sun went though I realized how cracking cold that water actually was. This is much nicer." She sinks into the water-warm rock and lets her toes drift up and down in the bubbles. "They know another trick too." Her comment is a bit confusing, as is the little whistle that follows it, but after a few minutes the firelizards are back again, this time fly-dragging in a heavy skin of wine. They pull it up to the baths and then swoop out again, preferring the dry heat of the hearth in the weyr to the wet steam of the baths. Nomi slips through the water, keeping her shoulders under it for heat, and inspects it. "A bit of luck of the draw I'm afraid, I haven't figured out how to teach them to bring a particular skin out of the coldstore, so lets see... Looks... brandless. I guess we'll just hope for the best?" She'll heft it up and hand it over, guests first and all that.
R'ish is confused for a moment by the seemingly random comment. Those eyes crack a bit again as she peers over at Nomi. "Yeah.. That was pretty cold." And when the wine skin is dragged back R'ish will grin. Luck of the draw? R'ish shrugs. Yes, she's a wine snob.. well she's an alcohol snob most of the time. But Alcohol is alcohol in the end. "Brandless?" R'ish asks with a little playful grimace as she reaches for it and takes a sip. She coughs a little. "It's... not bad. I've had much worse." Some of Fort's wines come to mind. Though she's also had much... much better. "Your turn under the falls next time." R'ish says as she flashes that grin of hers, handing the skin back over.
"Not my fault you missed it." The wine is cold, which is the best thing to be said about it, nice chilled dry white Tillek by its flavors. A bit tame and raw for both their tastes, but Nomi drinks it and keeps it for a bit, liking the cold wine in the hot baths. "I prefer red... darker, heavier flavors, more tannin, more taste... and older. But you're right, its drinkable." She'll hand it back, almost flashing R'ish in the process -- see, nothing to see anyway -- and then settle deeper into the water. She'll just enjoy soaking for awhile, occasionally adding more hot water to the mix.
R'ish snorts softly. "you could've come found me when you found the falls the first time." R'ish says smirking as she takes the wine back. She nods. "Aye.. I much prefer red, m'self." She'll agree with Nomi. "But white does on occasion." She nods again. "Aye.. older.." She'll pass the wine back between them, carrying on conversation and relaxing in the warm water. Flirting, as she generally does. Though with all the activity of the day, she might just find herself dosing later on in the water. Though she'll stay as long as Nomi seems unbothered by it.
"Should have, yes, didn't mean to stay so long." Nomi's words already go quieter and sleepy with the heat. She stayed all day in the sun of the berry fields, yesterday, working and swimming alongside the Candidates almost as if she were one of them. Today she went only to swim and jumped there and back, but it was still a very long day. She wants to talk, and flirt, and be flirted with, but sleep is winning. She'll soak until the water starts getting cold and all the bubbles have disappeared. Then a stretch, and a sigh, and a grin in the half-light as candles burned out. "Hearth is warm, too." There's a wooly skins for carpet, a fire, and warmer drinks. "We might actually dry out?" It is half-invitation for R'ish to stay on, stay here.
R'ish starts awake slightly. IT's not a dramatic jerk. Lifting her head up a bit to peer over at Nomi. She sits up, working her arm a bit before giving a full on stretch. "Warm is good." She says in that relaxed voice. A little grunt as she turns to grab onto the edge of the pull, turning her upper half to stretch her back a bit, soft popping sounds traveling down her spine. Ahhhh. "Dry is very good. I think I'm a bit water logged." She'll linger a moment longer in the cooling water before turning around again to pull herself up and out of the pool then offering a hand out to help Nomi out. She'll take that opening as an invitation to stay. "Lets go get warm."
"Yessss..." Nomi accepts the hand and, tease that she is, keep hold of it and lead R'ish back out into the weyr. Her other hand will snag them a couple of decadently large towels. She'll trust the other Rider to bring the wine. Too bad Nomi's exhaustion will have her asleep before the skin is drunk.
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