9th of Spring, 511 AV, With luck, Dlight had found a vendor in the Bizarre that had soap and fragrance almost exactly alike the kind he'd bought in Syliras, and after last night's nerve-wracking nightmare, a nice, relaxing bath was what he needed. Unfortunately for him, the streets kept changing and shifting as he walked along them, leading him in circles, squares, and every other shape he could think of. Finally, the Zith settled on the only other option available; the loose stones that made up the streets that early morning were being caressed by a gentle but steady current of water-- where it originated from, Dlight wasn't sure, but the source was unfaltering. The cool current had been teasing his bare feet the entirety of the morning, and finally he gave up on trying to find a proper bath house. Citizens dwindled down from a constant line of people heading in different directions to the rare, confused traveler just alike himself that had become lost on the outskirts of the city. His steady steps away from what he guessed what the center of Alvadas took him far enough away from others that he was comfortable with what he was about to do. Dlight sat upon the ground with little dignity, the long hair of his loin cloth partially splaying around him, strands gently moved and carried by the current. The muscles of his wings relaxed, the leathery appendages fanning out into the water alike how his legs spread flat in an effort to ease their tense joints. He hadn't had a proper bath in a long while, always scared to take even a quick dip in the waters surrounding the ship. The image of him scrubbing away at his body, wings lightly flapping to make splashes against the surface of the small, shallow water was akin to that of a very happy, bat-like, blue-feathered duckling playing in a pond. |