Genesis 001
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Title~ Relaxed
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine as per the norm
Notes~ Genesis 001. I want a massage room >>;
Edit~ 12 August 06 ~ Yoryl hadn't gotten into the Own by this point. Damn~ I stuffed that up a LOT back when these bois had just been created >>
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Nimay stepped out of the bath, the warm breeze cool against her water-warmed skin as she crossed to her pile of clothes and towel. She gave her hair a quick once-over, hung the towel over her shoulders and collected her clothes, making her way into the massage rooms. Even more than the ritual bath, the massage rooms welcomed her back home.
She was always one of the first into the massage rooms. Only Anganur and Yoryl, who left the tending of their horses to the stable hands, were in there faster. Anganur cracked an eye open, but aside from that, she received no welcome. Perfectly fair enough; once the Own returned from a mission, their time was their own. For the next two or three days, they probably wouldn’t be seen outside home, save the nightly trip to the pub. Not even Kaen or Emon, the most dedicated of the fifteen riders, would be moving until they had recuperated.
Nimay yawned and rolled her head on her shoulders to relieve some tension before mooching over to one of the cool sandstone blocks at the rear of the room. She dumped her clothes on the floor and lowered her towel to her waist, yawning again and lying down comfortably on the block. Within a few minutes, a pair of cool, slender hands began working their magic on Nimay’s back.
With even just the first touch, she could feel the tension wash from her muscles. The smooth, oiled fingers picked at the knots in her shoulders, smoothing out all the bumps and bruises that had accumulated over the past few months. She sighed contentedly, revelling in the relaxation that being home brought.
As the fingers traced over some of the more recent scars, vague flashes of memory of their origins seeped into Nimay’s mind, but in this state of absolute relaxation, they seemed removed, as though she were remembering a story someone else had told her, rather than events from her own life barely two months ago.
She heard the other members of the Own drifting into the room over the next hour or so, identifying them by their slouching footsteps rather than by sight. Opening her eyes and then focussing required effort; her ears were already functioning, if with only minimal contact with her dying wakefulness.
“Successful mission, sir?”
Nimay’s eyebrows twitched in a vague attempt at raising them. This must be a new girl, unfamiliar with the unwritten, unspoken rule that nobody spoke to the Own upon their return, let alone ask a question. One eye cracked open briefly to seek out this girl, so she could know who to avoid when she was next in here, then fell closed again.
“The palace has many brooms of assorted varieties,” Rau informed her tiredly, “And the desert is vast and covered in sand and dust.”
There was a pause while the girl presumably digested this.
“Go sweep it.”
Not even utter exhaustion could keep the malicious grin from Nimay’s lips.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine as per the norm
Notes~ Genesis 001. I want a massage room >>;
Edit~ 12 August 06 ~ Yoryl hadn't gotten into the Own by this point. Damn~ I stuffed that up a LOT back when these bois had just been created >>
Nimay stepped out of the bath, the warm breeze cool against her water-warmed skin as she crossed to her pile of clothes and towel. She gave her hair a quick once-over, hung the towel over her shoulders and collected her clothes, making her way into the massage rooms. Even more than the ritual bath, the massage rooms welcomed her back home.
She was always one of the first into the massage rooms. Only Anganur and Yoryl, who left the tending of their horses to the stable hands, were in there faster. Anganur cracked an eye open, but aside from that, she received no welcome. Perfectly fair enough; once the Own returned from a mission, their time was their own. For the next two or three days, they probably wouldn’t be seen outside home, save the nightly trip to the pub. Not even Kaen or Emon, the most dedicated of the fifteen riders, would be moving until they had recuperated.
Nimay yawned and rolled her head on her shoulders to relieve some tension before mooching over to one of the cool sandstone blocks at the rear of the room. She dumped her clothes on the floor and lowered her towel to her waist, yawning again and lying down comfortably on the block. Within a few minutes, a pair of cool, slender hands began working their magic on Nimay’s back.
With even just the first touch, she could feel the tension wash from her muscles. The smooth, oiled fingers picked at the knots in her shoulders, smoothing out all the bumps and bruises that had accumulated over the past few months. She sighed contentedly, revelling in the relaxation that being home brought.
As the fingers traced over some of the more recent scars, vague flashes of memory of their origins seeped into Nimay’s mind, but in this state of absolute relaxation, they seemed removed, as though she were remembering a story someone else had told her, rather than events from her own life barely two months ago.
She heard the other members of the Own drifting into the room over the next hour or so, identifying them by their slouching footsteps rather than by sight. Opening her eyes and then focussing required effort; her ears were already functioning, if with only minimal contact with her dying wakefulness.
“Successful mission, sir?”
Nimay’s eyebrows twitched in a vague attempt at raising them. This must be a new girl, unfamiliar with the unwritten, unspoken rule that nobody spoke to the Own upon their return, let alone ask a question. One eye cracked open briefly to seek out this girl, so she could know who to avoid when she was next in here, then fell closed again.
“The palace has many brooms of assorted varieties,” Rau informed her tiredly, “And the desert is vast and covered in sand and dust.”
There was a pause while the girl presumably digested this.
“Go sweep it.”
Not even utter exhaustion could keep the malicious grin from Nimay’s lips.
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