69th of fall, 514 a.v
roundabout noon
There was a nip in the air when Mirian stepped out of the Aquillar Hot Springs, a nip that was made doubly painful by her wet skin and hair. It wasn’t exactly a winter chill, though, and it was something that she was willing to endure; it wasn’t every day that she visited the springs, after all, and the feeling of sheer cleanliness was wonderful enough for her to weather a bit of wind.
She had set off for the springs almost immediately after waking up, deciding that she wanted a bath when she had felt dirty before she’d even done anything. Why not? It was something she could afford now. Something she could afford easily.
She wasn’t exactly looking for subtlety at the springs, so she’d pulled the shortsword onto her belt for her journey. True, she didn’t exactly know how to use it, but it wasn’t like anyone else would know that. Generally, anyone with a sword on their hip was less likely to be hassled, and on the off-chance she was challenged… well, she’d brought her knife, too. Just in case.
The bath itself had been long and luxurious; she’d paid for a private room, brought her own soap and had nearly fallen asleep, she was so comfortable. She’d never had a private bath before. When she’d finally dragged herself out, dried herself off and made her way out of the place, she was feeling fresh, clean, and more relaxed than she had in a long time. She had food at home. She had money enough to get by for a long while. Her immediate troubles were gone now, and it lifted a tension from her shoulders that she hadn’t been fully aware existed.
She didn’t head back towards Sunberth, though. Not yet. The hills around Aquillar rolled around coaxingly, beckoning in a way that Mirian had never had the mind to appreciate until now. Why, she could go for a walk if she wanted. Just like that. No worries. Nothing to stop her. No stress over whether or not she’d eat before bed today; that problem no longer mattered.
For today, she could afford to breathe.
Smiling slightly to herself, Mirian pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders and set off into the hills.
roundabout noon
There was a nip in the air when Mirian stepped out of the Aquillar Hot Springs, a nip that was made doubly painful by her wet skin and hair. It wasn’t exactly a winter chill, though, and it was something that she was willing to endure; it wasn’t every day that she visited the springs, after all, and the feeling of sheer cleanliness was wonderful enough for her to weather a bit of wind.
She had set off for the springs almost immediately after waking up, deciding that she wanted a bath when she had felt dirty before she’d even done anything. Why not? It was something she could afford now. Something she could afford easily.
She wasn’t exactly looking for subtlety at the springs, so she’d pulled the shortsword onto her belt for her journey. True, she didn’t exactly know how to use it, but it wasn’t like anyone else would know that. Generally, anyone with a sword on their hip was less likely to be hassled, and on the off-chance she was challenged… well, she’d brought her knife, too. Just in case.
The bath itself had been long and luxurious; she’d paid for a private room, brought her own soap and had nearly fallen asleep, she was so comfortable. She’d never had a private bath before. When she’d finally dragged herself out, dried herself off and made her way out of the place, she was feeling fresh, clean, and more relaxed than she had in a long time. She had food at home. She had money enough to get by for a long while. Her immediate troubles were gone now, and it lifted a tension from her shoulders that she hadn’t been fully aware existed.
She didn’t head back towards Sunberth, though. Not yet. The hills around Aquillar rolled around coaxingly, beckoning in a way that Mirian had never had the mind to appreciate until now. Why, she could go for a walk if she wanted. Just like that. No worries. Nothing to stop her. No stress over whether or not she’d eat before bed today; that problem no longer mattered.
For today, she could afford to breathe.
Smiling slightly to herself, Mirian pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders and set off into the hills.