UPDATE OOCThe description for the showers wasn't up when I wrote this thread, but it is now available via the link map, and well worth checking out
15 Fall, 510 A.V.
The Tisuma Baths at midday tended to be a little slower than at other times. The vast cavern, with its rough walls and red stalactites, had a beauty that could be overlooked if not for the milky-blue magma-heated pools of water disbursed throughout. Thin ribbons of light reflected by the pools danced over the uneven ceiling, illuminating previously unseen wonders...and not just those of the geological variety.
Here was a place, a nexus, where all was shed and cleansed. Material trappings were left behind, the grime of a hard days work was melted away, the prominent indicators of caste were nowhere to be found after fifteen minutes in the revitalizing water. Young, trim bodies dominated the walkways between pools, they lounged on benches and posed on the sturdy stone barriers skirting the baths. Here, a handsome Drudge could be mistaken for a noble Endal, and a shy Endal for a lowly Drudge. Beware your behavior, lest you show your true colors.
Of course, the Drudge assigned to towel duty had little choice in the matter. Sairque padded up to him and commandeered one of the thin cloth towels, her yellow eyes pinning him in place while she issued her instructions. "I want another towel brought to me after I wash my hair. I'll be on the eastern edge." The thin smattering of dried blood on her face, shoulders and neck, left over from the days hunt, was worn nonchalantly.
Clothing and hair ornaments had been left outside the cavern. The towel was knotted around her slender hips as she walked away, not for privacy but as a convenient means to carry it while she drifted around the room greeting those she knew. Also by no deliberate desire for modesty, her thick red hair, curly and kinked from the braids she had taken it out of, flowed over her torso.
Several groups of people, not known personally by the Rider, but knowing of her, flagged her down to find out the details of the latest hunt. Maybe to plan their meals accordingly, or maybe to just suck up whatever information they could that might help them attain their own Wind Eagles sometime soon. One girl just wanted to know if she needed help washing her back. Yellow eyes dancing with amusement, Sairque flitted between the gregarious and loud bunches of steamy, slicked up athletes.
After disposing of one overly-arrogant would-be suitor by means of a finger against his forehead, pushing, and her foot catching under his calf, lifting and tipping him backwards from his seat into the deep end of a pool, she decided that her socializing requirement had been satisfied. Still laughing loudly at his indignant tumble and the ease with which he was sent flying, she slowly started walking off. But not without "It's always good to practice your falls over water, Banley" quipped down to the embarrassed Rider and referencing the practice new riders had to do before they were allowed any tricky maneuvers on their Eagles.
Finally, she padded up the neat stone steps, crossed in front of a few handsome fellows busily flexing their generous amounts of muscle, and over to the more secluded side of the baths. A place less populated only because there simply wasn't a walkway lining it, this side of the pool was backed by the rough and craggy cavern wall.