[All the political pomp and posturing kinda flies over her head-- it's all the same to her here as it had been back in her own little corner of the universe. Those in power will grasp and grab for more of it, they'll scheme and they'll plot and try to push you around the war board until you slide into the groove they've designed for you. She knows this down to the bones of herself, and can't say she particularly cares for it. Would rather keep the hell out of it. Her larger concern is whether Harrow will start pushing them to defect to Solvunn now that the opportunity has been placed in her bony little hands-- she'd rather stick with the devil they (kinda) know. Let things play out as they are a while longer. That, and she's done with reclusive types who keep to themselves and do fuck only knows what behind the scenes. It's something both she and Harrow know a thing or two about, after all.
Right now she's just here to relax and unwind, to try and wash some of the day's grime from her skin-- even if she still doubts just how clean one can really be after soaking in water, but this place is unfortunately devoid of sonics. Dusk is settling comfortably around her as she pads toward the bathing pool, towel slung over her shoulders, stripped down to her bandeau and leggings. The Ninth didn't exactly encourage public acts of nudity, and she's more grit and gravedust than she's comfortable admitting to.
She hesitates for only a moment on spotting someone else in the pool - recognition deserting her at first, at the sight of the green shock of hair, but then she moves to the pool's lip anyway. Discards her towel, and slides into the soothing heat of the water just a few feet away from Ciri. It's only when she slides another subtle glance the other woman's way that she realises who it is.]
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Right now she's just here to relax and unwind, to try and wash some of the day's grime from her skin-- even if she still doubts just how clean one can really be after soaking in water, but this place is unfortunately devoid of sonics. Dusk is settling comfortably around her as she pads toward the bathing pool, towel slung over her shoulders, stripped down to her bandeau and leggings. The Ninth didn't exactly encourage public acts of nudity, and she's more grit and gravedust than she's comfortable admitting to.
She hesitates for only a moment on spotting someone else in the pool - recognition deserting her at first, at the sight of the green shock of hair, but then she moves to the pool's lip anyway. Discards her towel, and slides into the soothing heat of the water just a few feet away from Ciri. It's only when she slides another subtle glance the other woman's way that she realises who it is.]
Hah! What the fuck happened to you?