[P] A Dance with Dragons

[Isorath]

I S O R A T H — you will ache as I ache— tenderly, tragically, beautifully. The baths are blessedly peaceful, save for the quiet conversation which eminated from the kirin's currently occupying it as if they owned the place. It reminded Isorath of an echo of his life back in Vectaeryn, of the days spent beside spa's and pools much grander than this, in good company where the laughter is oh so very light. But this is decidedly not Vectaeryn, and the times are not sweetness and light, and they would have to make do. Steam curled and wisped from the surface of the large bath, as the mild scents of Eucalyptus and Lavender permeated the air pleasantly. Isorath languidly shifted, his head pressed against a towel wrapped pillow as his hair splayed in lazy curls around him as he peered at his other two companions. Stress washed off him as water did upon the shore, slowly reclaiming bits of himself that had been lost. In the company of his nearest and dearest, he allowed the walls to come down, just for the moment. Here he is just Isorath, not Emissary to the Night Court, not the paramour to he Night King. Today it is just them. Enjoying themselves like they used to, deliberately and pointedly ignoring the world of woe that awaited them outside. "Enjoying yourselves?" He hummed pleasantly, a forelimb pulled to rest against his chest as he moved to better look at them from his chaise. "I have missed this." NOTE; set a day or so after the closing of the Gates. SPA DAY. TAGS: @Jude @Vaella "this here is your speech colour!