Ladies? At a bath? What's a courier to do? (Savio, Yvaine)

[Sayren WindDancer]

29 of Fall

Sayren growled as she smacked Savio from behind his head. "C'mon now. We got to give you some confidence. You shrink away from women at the first sight of them." She said as she tried to dragging him over to her Strider. "If you just stand in a bathhouse naked around some, it should give you some confidence."

By the seven he could complain like a woman. "Well, it was either that or have me sit and draw you naked for hours on end in a pose like Ximal did for me. And I don't think you would enjoy standing in the same position for so long. Now just quit. your. yacking!" She chided as she struggled with Savio. Trying to pull out some rope to tie his hands with.

[Savio]

“Ow!” Savio hissed as he felt Sayren’s hand slap the back of his head. He did not like her idea, and he only saw it as an accident waiting to happen. Sure, Savio was horrible around women that he didn’t know. Was that truly a crime? The only reason why Savio had gotten so comfortable around Sayren is because he only saw her as a younger sister, and nothing more. It was women that he didn’t know that made him uneasy.

For good reason too. They were always watching, analyzing and weighing your abilities as a man. It was a great deal of pressure to endure. And by Tavasi, he had enough to worry about than to have to think about what women thought of him. “Why must you insist on me showing my unmentionables to half of Nyka? How is that going to help me? If anything, it will only serve to make me never be able to show my face to most of the women in this city!”

When Sayren suggested the alternative, Savio’s face turned a beat red as he shook his head nearly violently. He really did not wish for Sayren to see him in such a manor after he had worked so hard to get back on good terms with her.

“Wait…. What the petch are you doing with that rope?” Normally Savio refrained from swearing but he did not like the idea of being bound. “I’ll go! By Tavasi, you are an evil woman. You should stop being around Revy so much.” He grumbled as he followed Sayren, his expression sour.

[Yvaine Hardgroove]

Day 29, Season of Fall, 513 AV

Yvaine needed a bath. Being a cat she wasn’t necessarily happy about water, but then she wasn’t fond of swallowing dirt either. Blood was one thing; it was a natural part of being a hunter. However she wasn’t just a cat—and she knew well enough that she did not enjoy the taste of dirt. Most of the time she would have found a river or stream to wash up in, but Yvaine was no longer in the wilds—she now lived in a city. And her mother insisted that she do something more human. She needed the experience of city life just as much as she did the wilds.

So her mother pointed out a series of complex directions—which only made sense when her mother mentioned the Safe Haven Hostel—and nearly shoved her out the door. As much as she loved getting to know her mother, Yvaine was starting to realize she was just as…independent as her father. Which gave away of course to where her own stubbornness came from. With a heavy sigh Yvaine trudged through the streets of Nyka—in human form. A miserable way to travel. She found her way to the Haven, and sought out the back alley. For once she was glad she actually lived in Nyka and wasn’t just visiting her mother. It seemed like a waste of Mizas just to take a bath.

In the very least the bathhouse didn’t have a roof. The very open feeling left her at ease and Yvaine pulled her dress over her head, folding it and placing it at the base of a statue. Though it took her several chimes before she gingerly climbed into the water. It may have been warm… which was nice, but it was still water none the less. Dropping down so her entire body head to toe was under the water, she scrubbed her hair beneath the water almost furiously. The sooner this was over the better.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren grinned as she felt victorious. It was time for them to actually spend time together once more after what happened. Sayren knew the struggles had caused quite a rift between the two of them and well...after the night of the massive party in Nyka. Sayren thought it was time to talk to Savio about it. Though, she thought it was strange that she chose the Nykan bathhouse to be the place for this occurrence.

However, Savio needed to raise up his self confidence as did Sayren. But Sayren felt that she was at least miles ahead of Savio in this. Considering Savio shrinks away whenever a woman comes close to him where as Sayren could almost walk about the hallway nude if she so chose...thus far she has not, but she feels like she could! Maybe...if people weren't threatened by Revy's death glaring presence.

When Savio finally began to cooperate, she quickly saddled herself onto Garel and helped Savio up. "Hold on tight, remember, he still doesn't quite like you." Garel snorted with a defiant stomp. Shaking his head. Unsure of which he hated more, the fact that Sayren knew so well...or the fact that Savio was about to ride him.

With that, they rode off. They remained silent along the way, mainly because Savio kept struggling with being on Garel's back. Poor sod almost got dismounted on numerous occasions. After a few chimes, they finally arrived at the bathhouse, where they were greeted by the ever so friendly Eypharian.

The lovely being giggled at Sayren's approach with Savio in tow, "Oh my...another friend of yours? You certainly are a friendly one Sayren."

Sayren blushed as she tried to be defiant, "No no, its not like that at all."

"Of course not." The beauty dismissed as she turned her attention to Savio, "Now who is this decadent morsel? He seems like quite the catch..." As she spoke, she strolled towards Savio with her hips in flare as her multiple hands dragged up and down Savio's chest and back. "My my...so dirty you are. You definitely need a cleaning..."

Sayren's teeth gritted. She could almost feel a twinge in her chest from the woman touching Savio. "Hey, I thought it was just a bathhouse?"

The woman flickered a grin at Sayren, "Then what do you recall the incident with that woman here before as?..."

Sayren chewed on her tongue as she stormed towards the open bath water. "Whatever...Savio, you can join if you want or not." As she put distance between them, she sighed as she approached the water. She highly doubted the man would actually want to be near her when there was a blazingly beautiful Eypharian to tend to him. She didn't even want to be around Savio like that, she just...wanted to be near him again...her rage had put suh a wedge between them and she hated herself for letting her pride take such a hold of her.