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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 3:31 pm
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...................Tiri ithil......................
"You're most welcome," for the first time all night Tiri had smiled kindly, almost warmly at her. Then again it could have been the prospect of a hot bath that so amused the potions master.
It was dark in the bath, the water seeping heat into the flesh and bone, warming Tiri entirely. Her face flushed from the heat alone before the mare spoke, Water trickled down her soft technicolor coat as she rinsed her hair in oils and fragrances.
The younger one got into the tub finally...She nodded seeing her enter but not sure if she would be comfortable enough to speak at all. A few whispers she could make out but not much. She was sure the mare was staring at her? Tiri dismissed it entirely and continued to bathe, her back in desperate need of a good scrub. It was not often Tiri had a bath-mate nowadays with her first born grown and off adventuring...
Sad expression-ed for a second, it melted away as she rinsed her hair in the deep heat of the pool. The water seemed blue and green with their coats reflecting color back to the two an accentuating both's beauty.
"I beg your pardon?" Tiri cleared the water from her ears and properly faced the mare, she had not heard her speak as she was rinsing her hair in the murk and mess of color between the two.
"Was there something in my hair?" she asked, her tone gentle and finally relaxed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 4:04 pm
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Had she really missed everything that she had stated? Running her fingers through her scattered sopping wet mess of bangs Zoisite suckled down a deep lungful of heated, misty steam then puffed her short furred chest forward. “I said you were really pretty, your hair is especially beautiful.” The tone that she used was laced with strength for just a moment before it wavered at the end and cracked painfully like a colt hitting stallion-hood.
Wrinkling her nose as her bright emerald hues guided over Tiri regarding her with curiosity. In all of her life she had never seen such lavish decadence solely applied to someone’s hair, waggishly the gwilith flicked her wing outward sending a spray of water towards the older woman, forcing a jubilant grin upon her face the girl ducked below the surface of the azure liquid with an embarrassed chortle.
Bubbling and gurgling under the water Zoisite remained submerged until her chest begged for oxygen. Cresting from the soothing heat rather elegant and poised the young mare took another deep breath then smiled, the expression brightening her entire demeanor as she did so. “I normally don’t have hot baths, this is really nice. Oh… um…Miss Tiri Ithil, is it…I mean…may I…could…I need to…repay you…would you…like me to wash you…back? Or maybe…your hooves…anything to please you.” She offered while stuttering and stammering in a rush.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 4:16 pm
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...................Tiri ithil......................
"Ah--Thank you, you are sweet to say so."
Tiri let her face and eyes wander off. When one is a potions master diligence to everything is a must. Her voice was still smooth like the water's trickle over the bath's edges;"One's personal hygiene must not be ignored,"
The water's murk had been clarified somehow by the oils Tiri had used on her hair and the strand fell over her shoulders chest and back with great delicacy and sheen. They were like silk laid over a blue sky.
"I was going to ask you to do so anyway--if it pleases you to repay me in that manner, then please. A back rub with the loofa here would be rather nice," she remarked with a playful grin.
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Her left eye was closed as it had now been touched by the warm droplets of water, her shoulder arched as if to protect herself but it was futile.
Tiri spashed back, throwing the loofa full of water at her bathmate.
"You know--you need not address me as Lady, simply Tiri will do," she spoke, a little strange to tell someone not to be formal but it was just a bath and there was a certain level of intimacy to it. So private and unseen...Not many even knew of her baths. Most of town assumed she smelled horrendous because she never visited the much-loved public baths.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 5:18 pm
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The heavy puff bounced from her chest as its water content sailed off in a bursting splatter across her small frame, giggling rather openly the awkward mare fished for the floating loofa then brought it to her jaw almost as if hiding behind it. Eyeing the foreign cleansing device with an inquisitive stare the teal and white haired sniffed at its ruffled folds.
“Tiri,” Zoisite let the name roll off her of tongue with a new found sense of awe and subtle hint of admiration to her quivering treble after the older female spoke. Carefully inching over towards the mithril manned potioneer with the odd wet contraption in her hand. “Alright, Tiri it is then. Um, tell me if I need to be more vigorous or gentle, please.” Half-circling the Technicolor coated mare Zoisite positioned herself behind the glistening, silken furred female. Reaching out with a trembling nervous hand the green winged equine brushed her knuckles across Tiri’s shoulders, a spark once again ravished up and down her limb at the touch, a breathy noise pushed past her barely parted lips as she tried to not linger on the sensation. Tenderly the youth tangled her slender digits through the older mare’s hair parting it away from the area of her back that she was about to administer with attention.
Drawing the puff across the shimmering, gloss of the blue Zoisite worked against the way the hairs laid, full, strong circles scrubbed away the non-existent grime. Wrapping her free hand around the female’s waist the taller of the two held her firmly in place, idly massaging at the hipbone her fingertips rested upon. There was a comfort in the closeness that they found themselves in, she was beginning to relax and some of the stress that she held in her wings began to fade away. Continuing to work at the plush blue coat of the mystical alchemist Zoisite trailed her hand from the female’s shoulders down to the small of her back, rubbing in tight circles with one hand while her knuckles and palm found kinks and knots hidden under the heavenly painted pelt of the mistress of the tower.
“Is this okay,” she breathed in a low, raspy voice as she leaned up and spoke into the Tiri’s light blue ear. “Do you need me to get your legs or tail?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 6:30 pm
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...................Tiri ithil......................
The rhythmic movements were soothing and Tiri let herself relax against the hands holding her under the water. Her waist was covered by water so she was not sure if it was her hand or water massaging her hip. It was a pleasant feeling and a swift rush of blood went to her head when she felt the Gwilith move behind her.
A little gasp escaped her lips as they parted with a smile, the necessary roughness against her skin was invigorating and made her want to arch her back. Her hair fell back as her head lolled from its place keeping it well out fo the way into the hands of the mare behind her when she stopped to speak.
"That was supremely satisfactory," she nodded, her hair and head now in the water only her face and ears out of it. She looked up at the girl and could not help but put a reassuring hand over hers. It was so relaxing she completely forgot herself in the mist and heat.
"I do not require my legs or tail groomed, perhaps a brushing once we finish the bath." her head lifted lilting out of the water like a flower submerged and again allowed to breathe. Tendrils of hair clung to her shining body as she stood mostly out of the water to finish rinsing herself.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 5:46 am
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“I’ll be more than happy to groom your tail,” sweetly murmured the youth rather innocently, her large green hues swirling with azure as Tiri’s coat reflexed in her eyes. “I’m not too good at it though, I don’t have much hair to brush, ever since I lost my tail I’ve kept my mane short.” Absentmindedly stated Zoisite all too candidly.
When Tiri made contact with her rather diminutive hand the short-haired girl could feel her face heat again, for a few moments the Pegasus couldn’t catch her breath, the scorching vice tightening around her chest made her feel light headed and weak in the knees. Snorting at the bizarre sensation the slender mare found herself idly stroking the back of the glistening potion master’s hand, it felt pleasantly odd being so close to someone and at the same time so completely overwhelming and confusing.
Watching from underneath thick, full eyelashes Zoisite silenced the breathy noise that escaped from her snout, Tiri had moved away and rinsed her back then continued to put more distance between them. Slumping underneath the surface of the water the youth held her breath and violently rubbed at her already tangled, mess of uneven locks, the sloppy yet rough attempt at cleansing her mane only succeeded in making her sullied appearance even more unkempt. Erupting from the murk the Gwilith sputtered and wiped at her face with annoyance.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 4:03 pm
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...................Tiri ithil......................
"I see-" a twinge of pain hit her chest as she did not realize the girl had lost that which made her equine; her tail!
Tiri watched, after rinsing herself as the girl , rather abashedly, tried to clean herself. Did she honestly think just water would do the trick?
Oh---Honestly...
With a grin of amusement, Tiri grabbed for her oils and moved uneasily close the her guest. The pegasi was faltering and was rather adorable doing so--always looking rather unkept, she assumed.
"Here-let me," she spoke quickly, propping the girl up and pulling her head back into Tiri's lap with a swift movement. The wings would surely flail and splash her so she did so quickly and with her open hand was able to pour cleansing oils over the scalp of the blushing mare.
"I will help," she hushed any fight from within the girl and was easily able to our maneuver her in water. She held Zo's head half in the water to heat it and rubbed with calm gentle circles all over until the cleanser was finally worked in. It made her mane that much easier to deal with and gave it a new shine it did not before posses.
With a few handfulls of water Tiri scooped over her head to rinse it, she was able to easily clean the excess oil from the girl's head, giving her back her freedom from the potion master's grasp. Her fingers fell away from Zo's head with grace, rinsing her own hands in the warmth of the water.
"Much better," she grinned, sighing to herself, her head half cocked to get a better view of her work.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 8:32 pm
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Zoisite quaked.
Every inch of her body trembled, lean muscles tightened and her fur bristled. She didn’t fight, flail or put up any struggle as the female dominated her completely. Tender hands guided over her scalp and vigorously worked at the two-toned tresses, the scented salve coating the roots and spreading along each short strand.
“That feels so nice,” Zoisite groaned, her girlish voice much like her frame shaking uncontrollably. The warmth from the water being poured down her locked muscles lessened the tightness yet the youth remained absolutely still. “I’ve never had anyone wash my hair before nor had oils used on it. I use a mint paste at home but it burns really bad. This is really pleasant.” Letting out a content sigh the awkward mare stared up into the hues of the alchemist while forcing her mouth to curl into another warm smile.
“Does it look better, now?” Timidly inquired the gwilith as she stroked her long jagged bangs, it felt soft and foreign, furrowing her brow the winged equine reached forward and stroked that of Tiri’s silvery mane. “Thank you, very much.”
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 8:05 am
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...................Tiri ithil......................
"Glad you enjoyed yourself," Tiri nodded, contentment written on her face. She had often washed her daughters hair in oil as well. It left such a brilliant sheen to it no matter the color.
Tiri let her touch her this time, hands rinsing the finally ounce of oil from her fur.
"Yes--you look just grand," she smiled, Tiri was rather relaxed at this point. With no prickish males about it was easy for her to slip into her home-alone persona.
"And you're welcome," Tiri spoke with a firm cool voice like icecream covered in a rich dark chocolate.
"Perhaps we adjourn upstairs now?" The statement was more of an order than a question, but that happened to be how Tiri spoke. Everything sounded like an absolute in her voice. Not usually as soft as it had previously sounded.
Her form slipped from the water and she wrung her hair in the drain below her hooves. It trickled and tinkled with the sound of water flowing and passing through it. Her tail trailed and half-clung to her legs as she dried her mane with a towel she had brought down. Another stack of towels lie beside the stairs, plenty dry and ready to use.
Her hair was finally satisfactorily dried and she worked down her legs and tail. She was often on her hooves so they were still rather lean despite her occupation which was known for fattening up women especially.
She had paid not much attention to Zoisite when getting out but watched her now, as she waited by the stairs.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:55 am
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Bright, kind eyes watched as the sophisticated mare broadened the distance between them, a pang of discontent struck soundly in her chest for just a brief moment; couldn’t Tiri see how lonely and in dire need of companionship she was? Soon it would all come to an end, the storm would pass and she would be asked to leave the enchanted halls of the Alchemy Tower. The ache would pass, it always did. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth the young adult brushed her pale green bangs from her eyes and carefully made her way towards the set of towels that had been offered upon her arrival into the steaming chamber.
The sight was much like that of a small child exiting a swimming hole on a breezy summer day, left hoof then right hoof tested the ground near the drains as if it weren’t solid and threatened to move without her consent. Rising from the scented liquid Zoisite shivered uncontrollably at the subtle shift in temperature, diving back into the warmth the youth snorted and inflated her cheeks with air, the sullen pout was childish but the expression in her eyes was a much more serious level of vex.
Exhaling noisily the gwilith all but exploded from the surface of the water and toppled onto the floor like a foolhardy whale beaching itself, large waterlogged wings remained still upon her back and sloppily slapped onto the floor making wet noises akin to a feline tearing into the tender entrails of a recent kill. Crouching there Zoisite grumbled under her breath and wiggled her naked bottom with discomfort as beads of cooling water dripped from her plumage and trailed from the small of her back past her rear and along her legs.
Rolling her shoulders forward the earthy colored mare attempted to mimic the actions of the other female, squeezing and pushing the excess water from her coat Zoisite halted in her motions, wriggling some she made her way towards the stairs and claimed a towel of her own and began to pat off as if unfamiliar with the proper handling of the cloth. Painstakingly she worked at her ruffled feathers until they ceased dripping. She was as awkward as a duckling with its feet far too big and unable to keep from falling all over itself and yet it simply picked itself up and repeated the process over and over again without second thoughts. Holding the towel to her chest Zoisite approached Tiri as she stood upon the steps and offered a thin smile.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 7:12 am
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Tiri's eyes rolled as she watched the girl fumble with her own wings. Did her parents teach her nothing when she was a foal?! Tiri had seen Octultus do it a hundred times over. He always traveled in bad weather it seemed... Shrugging off the thought of yesterdays past, her hair finally filling out as it dried slowly against her back , she grabbed at a few blossom twigs and put her hair back into its usual up-do before turning to go upstairs, gesturing behind her to follow.
"You know--Generations have lived in this tower. Only the last few have had a hot spring below them." she opened the door, steam rolling and folding over itself to get out of the confined stairwell. A crack! Boom! The ground shook as a bolt of lightning hit nearby. The whole tower creaked and moaned in discontent. Despite its creaky nature, the place was dry and warm. The fire had been heating it since they took their baths and the flames both lit and heated the bottom floor in its entirety.
A sound came from Tiri's stomach, a growl and gurgling noise. She did want a snack after all the excitement afterall...
She waited for the clumsy mare to join her before asking her question.
"Are you hungry?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:51 am
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Toting the towel with her Zoisite followed obediently behind Tiri even before the female made the firm gesture for her to follow, there was just a certain air of authority the mare possessed and the timid Pegasus couldn’t help but flock to her like a lost filly seeking direction. Brown ears twitched as she listened intently to the potion master, the icy velvet of her tone mesmerized the girl into a composed stupor as she trailed behind her hugging the damp towel to her marbled chest.
“Only the last few? That means it wasn’t here originally? How did it come to be if this tower was already built?” For a few moments her hooves completely loss contact with the floor as the room was ravaged by the deafening crack of thunder, squealing the pale-haired youth launched herself forward onto her knees and pulled the towel over her head. It didn’t take the brightest mearth to realize the mare was barely out of adolescences and more than likely was either extremely sheltered or horribly abused throughout the duration of her life.
Pulling the cloth away from her head Zoisite bit onto the corner of one of its wet ends then draped it over her shoulders nonchalantly, pushing herself off of her knees the awkward little mare hurried over towards the warmth of the fire, she prayed to all gods and goddess that the older female hadn’t seen her display of juvenile cowardice.
‘Are you hungry?’ The words hung in the air for only half of a second before Zoisite excitedly replied without hesitation. “May I please cook for you?” She beseeched sweetly, her narrow face blossomed with evident jubilation at the sudden proposition of food being prepared. The question that Tiri posed completely went without a proper answer yet the manner in which she replied displayed a strong sense of eagerness whether she was hungry or not. “Oh, please may I cook for you Tiri. Oh pretty, pretty please Mistress Potioneer!”
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:07 am
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...................Tiri ithil......................
Darkness fell for only a moment as the deep of the tower descended and then receded unto its cracks and stairways. The air clinging to the electricity and heavy with moisture.
The clank and sound of knees hitting stone told Tiri the girl was a tad frightened and she did not walk any farther away but rather waited for Zoisite to get beside her before walking onward. She did not acknowledge the weakness, then again she seemed young and out of rhythm with herself. The pity Tiri took did not show in her actions
The question she spoke--the Baths, Tiri was pleased to answer.
"The first mare to come to the castle could not bathe and managed to dig into a spring below here, she would not stay in the damp castle without one," with a little giggle Tiri continued,"She fell in love you see--and was trying to impress a stallion," she nearly whinnied in delight. Tiri possessed paintings of each owner, hidden in her chambers where the secret place lie for generations.
"If you think it is necessary. I doubt you will be able to find everything unless your nose is particularly keen, there are so many herbs and flowers here..." She gestured to a great cabinet. Two large doors opened to reveal a storage of smaller jars with every herb imaginable--from Adamanthine to Zorolock!
"If you can manage--they are labeled and in alphabetical order," Tiri paused. "For reference purposes."
Tiri was finally opening up a bit about the place and this made for much more comfortable conversation. The tow seemed to be getting along swimmingly and this fact made Tiri quite pleased.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:06 pm
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Emerald eyes still wide with youth fell into lidded slits as she listened to the well-versed scholar, her tone held a newfound warmth to it that played at the edges and somehow elicited security to form within her petite being. Puffing up her small chest Zoisite ambled rather boldly at Tiri’s side though at a respectful half-step behind while actively making an effort to keep eye-contact with her as she spoke. At the mention of falling in love with a stallion ears went back and her shoulders tensed uncomfortably, all of the epic love stories were about mares and their stallions; never of any other combination of the genders. It saddened her to no end to feel like such an abnormality.
If you can manage… Tiri worded caustically, or rather Zoisite inferred her statement as a condescending snip at her abilities whether it was meant to be or not. A tight snarl pulled at her top lip and her small chest deflated with the blow to her already low-level of confidence.
“My adoptive father taught me quite a bit about herbology actually, Mistress,” curtly retorted the youth rather heatedly. “It was damn well the only thing he bothered to teach me.” She visibly twitched with discomfort, irritation growing more and more evident in her girlish pitch. “You will have to excuse my… manners, you hit a sore point. I don’t exactly have much in this world, I’m not smart, courageous, pretty, or valued by any mearth. The only thing I have is my love for cooking and the little bit of knowledge of herbs and plants that help with that passion. I don’t expect you to understand but I really…really don’t appreciate you belittling me when you know abso-f*cking-lutely nothing about me. You know what, I’ve already overstayed my welcome. Thank you for the bath, I’ll be taking my leave now.”
(Tiri pissed off the ‘adorable’ flake xD )
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:14 pm
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...................Tiri ithil......................
Within the walls the tower seemed to shrink around Tiri. her eyes flared open and nostrils gained size not previously seen. Tiri had been patient. Tiri had been kind and giving...Helped her bathe for Nim's sake!
"Your past does not determine who you are or will become," she snarled, bordering on a growl.
"If I wanted to belittle you you would be in a heap on the floor. If you are lucky. Be grateful I am not in a foul mood," she brushed her hair behind her flicking ear which did not help. Signs of agitation were felt in the room, books moved uneasily and the rain outside seemed to bang unusually hard on the ancient glass. It threatened to enter at her very looking at it!
"Do not take me for some lowly shopkeeper or snake-oil boiler." Her words were softer, the threat still remained. Funny how the night had gone in an instant from good to...not as pleasant. She wanted to relax; could the mare cook or not? Tiri rubbed at her temples and the room returned to normal. her arms folded over her stomach as she sat in a plush chair surrounded by stairs of books, little city-scapes rising from the floor.
"If you are going to cook get to it. Everything you need is in the storage closet just there," she gestured across the dim room and candles lit the otherwise dark corner. Her hands were rubbing her head again...If this female knew what living int he tower meant she would know why Tiri never left often...
The Alchemists live longer lives than normal, their lives are tied to the tower. An Ancient ritual keep it alive and the fire, the living fire, keeps it from falling apart and Tiri from again past her prime. This was not known to anyone--not the Guild Heads not the King even! This secret was timeless...One known only to those who reside in its walls. And it would stay that way.
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