Lorielle acknowledged Kieaira's plan for the sleeping bag dilemma with a nod. Â "I suppose we should see how big the tent is and plan from there," she stated simply. Â She looked exhausted. Â She watched with heavy eyes as Clavier got up to sit beside the clean pool of water. Â She was sure it would still be cold. Â Night had barely started to settle in.
She climbed from the caravan, walking across the hard sand to the pool, kneeling down a comfortable distance away from the Hyur. Â She looked down at the water, seeing no toxic film, only her reflection and the sky above. Â She reached a tentative hand in, her arm tensing up upon contact.
"Very cold," she said breathlessly, as if responding to Clavier's earlier remark. Â She took a handful of the clean water, dumping it over her head and sliding back her mass of hair. Â She sighed with relief, sweeping her hands back further to scoop up all of her hanging hair. Â She combed through it all a few times before twisting it, holding it up, twisting it again, pulling it to the side, and holding it against the back of her head.
She reached down to her chemise, picking off the silver and emerald hair pin and securing the wrapped bun to her head. Â It was loose and a bit messy, leaving some of her sideswept fringe to hang along the edge of her face, but it kept it off of her neck. Â She used just a bit more water to rinse over her back and shoulders, then leaned back to relax. Â It finally became colder as the sun his behind the dusty horizon, but not cold enough for the melting Elezen.
After giving herself a breather, she was up on her feet again. Â She began walking towards the caravan, seeing Kieaira beginning to rummage about for the pot she mentioned earlier.
"Do you need any help?" Lorielle asked. Â Clearly, she had to be doing something constantly. Â She wasn't one to sit back and relax often, as much as she may have needed a rest.
She climbed from the caravan, walking across the hard sand to the pool, kneeling down a comfortable distance away from the Hyur. Â She looked down at the water, seeing no toxic film, only her reflection and the sky above. Â She reached a tentative hand in, her arm tensing up upon contact.
"Very cold," she said breathlessly, as if responding to Clavier's earlier remark. Â She took a handful of the clean water, dumping it over her head and sliding back her mass of hair. Â She sighed with relief, sweeping her hands back further to scoop up all of her hanging hair. Â She combed through it all a few times before twisting it, holding it up, twisting it again, pulling it to the side, and holding it against the back of her head.
She reached down to her chemise, picking off the silver and emerald hair pin and securing the wrapped bun to her head. Â It was loose and a bit messy, leaving some of her sideswept fringe to hang along the edge of her face, but it kept it off of her neck. Â She used just a bit more water to rinse over her back and shoulders, then leaned back to relax. Â It finally became colder as the sun his behind the dusty horizon, but not cold enough for the melting Elezen.
After giving herself a breather, she was up on her feet again. Â She began walking towards the caravan, seeing Kieaira beginning to rummage about for the pot she mentioned earlier.
"Do you need any help?" Lorielle asked. Â Clearly, she had to be doing something constantly. Â She wasn't one to sit back and relax often, as much as she may have needed a rest.
