Post by Samantha Khione on May 18, 2016 19:47:47 GMT -6
Samantha gave a small nod when Mila said that she would be fine sharing the bed. The was fine with her. She wasn't wrong, sharing the bed would counteract any sort of coldness that could get into the room. And she did make a good point about how dirty the floor could be. Probably best not to sleep there.
As Mila stood up with Sam and asked her to lead the way, she gave another little nod and made her way from the pub. She lead her friend down the various streets of the town towards the Inn where her room was. This was actually a nice place, were it not for the monster attacks she had heard of. It was certainly warmer than Ilia, though the night was making it a tad more chilly.
Before too long, the pair of them reached the Inn. Samantha lead the way up the stairs to the room that she had paid for earlier. Unlocking the door, she walked inside and held the door opened for Mila before closing it behind her. She set her bag down in the corner with the rest of her belongings. Sam then slid her boots off with a satisfied noise and let herself fall backwards onto the bed. Her feet felt so much better now that they were freed from her boots. She turned her head so that she was facing Mila and gave her a smile. "Make yourself at home. Or, as close to home as you can be in an Inn room."
And so Mila went ahead and followed Sam. As they marched through the streets Mila noticed just how charming the little city was. The monster attacks had been devastating but Mila could already see signs of repair. Wooden planks were laid out in carts. People were shuffling about. Vendors were out trying to sell their wares. The city didn't seem to be so distraught over the attack like she had seen in other smaller villages before.
It wasn't long before the two of them made it into the inn. The inn was one of the largest buildings in town. Sam guided Mila up the stairs to her room. It was a decent room. It had a door that locked and a window. Mila greatly appreciated the window. It would help deal with her terror of small dark places. Sam told her to make herself comfortable and so she did. Mila removed her bag and cloak and hung it up on a coat rack. She then removed her leather guard and hung that up as well. The leather guard gave her minor protection from physical attacks, hide her breasts, and give her back some support. She kicked off her shoes and took a seat on the corner of the bed. Mila turned her head and smiled at Sam. The Ilian mage looked so content on the simple bed.
“Thank you for this.” She spoke and stretched her legs. She wiggled her toes. They seemed happy to be free of their constructive bindings. They were painted a soft red color. The sage gradually undid the bindings holding up her hair. Green wavy locks fell down and framed her face. Mila ran a few fingers through her hair and breathed a sigh of relief.
Post by Samantha Khione on May 21, 2016 18:02:19 GMT -6
Sam gave her head a little shake. "Don't worry about it, I'm happy to share with you." Watching Mila let down her hair, she decided to do the same. It had been a little while since she had taken her hair all the way down, as her usual complicated way of wearing it took quite some time to get right. As she undid all the little parts of it, she decided that she was gonna leave her hair down for a while. Once it was all done, she let it fall down her shoulders and back, coming to rest between her shoulder blades. Giving it a few tosses, she sighed happily. This was definitely better.
Slowly getting back to her feet, Samantha made her way back over to her bag. She had to change into her sleepwear before she got too comfortable on the bed. Not that she was about to fall asleep, but get too comfortable and she wouldn't want to move. She pulled out a loose-fitting shirt and a light pair of short shorts. She gave Mila a smile and a little laugh. "No peeking now." Turning her back to Mila, Sam pulled off her shirt and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She tossed her old clothes into her bag before pulling on her sleeping attire. Once she was done, she made her way back to the bed and fell onto it again. She hadn't slept on anything this comfortable in a while. "Ah, much better."
Mila blinked and tilted her head lightly at Sam’s hair. Mila wasn’t expecting it to be quite so long. Perhaps, it was the fact that she had gotten used to seeing it in it’s updo. Mila quietly enjoyed the idea of possibly brushing Sam’s hair in the morning. It had been a long time since she had ever brushed and prepared another person’s hair. Last person she did that to was to Duma. She recalled a moment where she managed to braid his hair nicely. So that it wouldn’t fly into his face during training. She stared at the floor for a bit. The clip she used to hold her own hair up was in her hand. She squeezed it gently. She missed her idiot brother. Mila snapped out of her thoughts when Sam shuffled off the bed and headed towards her things. It didn’t register what exactly the mage was doing until she said “no peeking”. Oh! Right! Sleeping clothes!
Mila put the clip down on her lap and covered her eyes. Mila could hear Sam changing. She couldn’t resist taking a small peek. She opened an eye and looked through the tiny gaps of space in between her fingers. A light blush creeped up on her face as she watched. Sam appealed to Mila in more ways than one. There were a few thoughts creeping up in the Sage’s head. Some very scandalous thoughts. Banish the thought Mila. She’s probably not into that sorta thing. Don’t ruin this reunion. Mila closed her eyes again when Sam tossed her clothes back in the bag. When Sam fell back onto the bed Mila put her hands down.
Mila put the clip in her own bag and leaned back. She didn’t have any sleeping clothes at the moment. They had to be washed along with the rest of her wardrobe. Mila stared up at the celing now.
“I apologize. I lack sleeping clothes. First thing after our magic session, I’ve got to do some laundry. Glad you are comfortable though.” Ah.. Laundry. Nothing like the smell of fresh clean clothes. Mila moved and lied down next to Sam. She turned her head away lightly. Sam had a nice scent to her. Mila guessed it was a perfume of some kind. Or maybe a scented oil. She wasn’t sure what but it smelled nice and wasn’t something she was used to smelling. Maybe it’s an ilian brand. She was blushing again. Damn it. Mila. Just stop thinking.
Post by Samantha Khione on May 23, 2016 23:11:20 GMT -6
Samantha shook her head, though she wasn't sure if Mila saw it. "There's nothing you need to apologize for. I have a spare pair of sleeping clothes if you'd like to borrow them. The might be a little big for you and they'll probably smell like me, but they're clean." She didn't want to admit why they'd smell like her, but one of the perfume bottles she had from home had leaked. She caught the leak fairly quick and fixed it, but for some reason she just couldn't get the smell out of the clothes. Not that it really mattered, as they'd smell the same if she wore them, but it frustrated her at times.
A sudden yawn forced Sam to cover her mouth. She suddenly realized how tired she was. She had hoped to stay up and catch up with Mila, but it now seemed as though that would have to wait until the morning. That, along with their magic session and helping Mila with her laundry. Samantha didn't even bother offering to help, she was going to do it regardless.
Squirming her way up the bed, Sam pulled back the sheets a little and slipped inside them. Before she laid back down, however, she looked over at Mila and noticed that her face seemed to be red. "Mila, are you feeling alright? Your face looks slightly red..." She reached over and gently rested her hand on Mila's cheek before moving it up to her forehead. She didn't feel overly hot, so she didn't have a fever. Was it something else? Samantha was never great at healing magic, so hopefully it was nothing. "You don't feel hot... maybe you just need sleep." She reached over and pulled the sheets down so Mila could get in as well, whether in her day clothes or after quickly changing into Sam's extra pair of sleep clothes.
Mila turned her head away from Sam. Her embarrassment intensified, she forgot how her pale skin tended to highlight her blush. She got up and made her way towards Sam's bag. Oh man.. everything smells like that perfume. Don't squee.
“I'm fine uhm.. You know what.. I'll take that offer for sleeping clothes. Hope you don't mind.” She helped herself to the bag. She carefully separated Sam's day clothes from the sleeping clothes. She folded them as she separated them. It was an old habit. She grabbed a shirt and draped it over her clothes momentarily. Sam was taller than Mila. First Perun now Sam. Are all Ilians this tall? The shirt reached up to her knees. Mila shrugged. She kept her back towards Sam as she changed into the clothes. She put the shirt on, opted not to change into pants, and simply stay in her under garments. The shirt was long enough to cover her the same way shorts did. Mila put Sam's folded clothes away and crawled into bed.
She shuffled under the sheets a bit until she got comfortable. She kept her back pressed against Sam's. It was the most polite way she could think of to share a bed. But, this was momentary. She knew eventually she'd turn around and end up hugging Sam somewhere in the middle of the night. It was just how she slept. Her body naturally moved to try and hold something. It enjoyed clinging to warm comforting things. It made her feel safe. Most nights this clingy behavior was reserved for her pillow.
Post by Samantha Khione on May 24, 2016 9:07:28 GMT -6
Sam watched as Mila pulled away from her hand and slid off the bed. She claimed to be ok, which was good, but she was confused at first as to what she was doing. That was, however, until she said that she was going to her offer of borrowing her clothes. Sam smiled. She was happy that she was able to help, even if it was simply borrowing clothes. Hopefully she didn't mind smelling like her for a bit. As Mila sized up the shirt, she realized how much taller she was than her friend. Admittedly, the shirt was long for her too, as she liked loose fitting sleepwear. But it fell to Mila's knees. It was more like a dress than a shirt to her.
Samantha quickly looked away when Mila began to strip away her clothes. She didn't want Mila to think she was spying on her, especially after Sam had joked with her to not peek when she was changing. In the few seconds she did see, she noticed how fair Mila's skin was. She was actually slightly jealous, as she felt her skin wasn't as fair. When she heard Mila getting into the bed, she looked back up. She noticed that Mila had folded her clothes, that was kind of her.
She smiled over at Mila as they readied for sleep. "Goodnight, Mila. Sleep well." She laid down and felt Mila's back pressed against hers. It had been a while since she had shared a bed with someone. The companionship was... nice. Samantha's brain wasn't quite ready to sleep however. It kept going on both what had happened today, her reuniting with Mila, and thinking what they could do in the morning. She went over what she was going to show Mila magic wise in the morning. Eventually, she rolled over, but carefully as to not disturb Mila. It usually took her a while to finally get to sleep.
It took some time before Mila fell asleep. Her mind kept playing unpleasant thoughts like it usually did. The dark had a way with tricking her mind. But, this time her mind was lulled a bit for the previous drink, and she had someone sharing a bed with her. Her mind fears were quieted, her eyes grew heavy, and she was able to sleep. Samantha’s presence was comforting. Sometime in the night she rolled over in the bed and ended up holding Sam. Her face was nestled somewhere in the Illian’s chest, blissfully unaware of what she was doing. Sam’s perfume was soothing. Her dreams were full of the stuff her mind trying to figure out what sort of perfume it was. What sort of oil it was. Her dreams had her wandering through a field of flowers most of them blue or purple. There was a river there too as well as snow. Her breathing was slow and steady. Mila would wake up in the morning well rested.
The sage was first to wake, she crawled out of the warm bed and went to her bag. She was calm and quiet. She was doing her best not to disturb Sam. Mila quietly opened her bag and rummaged through her clothes. She separated out the pile of clothes that were dirty and the ones that were clean. She frowned at the one clean garment she had. It was one of her most hated objects. She sighed softly and picked up the shoulder straps of the dress and holding it up. She hated this thing mostly due to the fact on how it made her look. It had a high cut to highlight her legs and boots. It had short sleeves, and it was U cut shaped on top to help show off some cleavage. It was something that was not uncommon to see among certain nomads but it had more of posh to it. This dress was reserved for social gatherings. One where she would have to change her shoes and put on some select pieces of jewelry. She hated this thing. Mostly due to what it was associated with and the unwanted attention it gave her. Normally, she’d wear her cloak to hide under it. But the cloak needed to be washed and the guard needed a repair. And since she was in a town it would be stupid of her not to tend to her guard and clothes.
Her mind briefly flashed to how Donny saw her in this. I think I missed an opportunity there.. She shook her head and got up. Let's get this caravan wreck over with. She got up and changed clothes. She had her back towards Samantha like she did before and put the dress on. She had to tug the burgundy thing down so it fit properly. She grabbed her sock and boots and put them on. She was grateful that she had boots since they hid some of her exposed leg. Look on the bright side Mila.. you don’t need to wear the fancy shoes or the jewelry. You can walk out with the dirty cloak on and not give a f*ck. So what.. If everything feels breezy and exposed. And.. ugh.. It was at this point the sage had caught herself in the mirror. She hadn’t seen during the night so she did not know it was there. She stood up straight and turned on her side watching the dress. She was grateful that the back was mostly covered. She ran her fingers through her hair and managed to tie it into a braid. She held it in place with a black ribbon and sighed softly.
Post by Samantha Khione on Jun 2, 2016 19:30:10 GMT -6
As Samantha worked on falling asleep, she received something of a surprise when Mila rolled over and held onto her. It was certainly something she wasn't expecting. She even felt her face go red when the sage rested her face in her chest. This was all very strange. For her, at least. She had occasionally given out a hug to a friend, but she often shied away from physical contact. Something like this was unprecedented. But it wasn't unwelcome. It was... nice. The gentle feel of Mila's breath again her chest, the soft beating of her heart. It was... comforting. It was something she felt she could get used to. Before she could dwell upon it more, she was asleep.
When she awoke in the morning, Sam immediately felt that something was off. It took her a few moments before she realized that what was missing was Mila's warmth. Slowly bringing herself into a sitting position, she spotted Mila on the other side of the room. Her friend was wearing a dress that she had never seen before. She felt her face warm slightly. She couldn't help but notice how nice Mila looked in the dress. As to why she had a slight blush, she wasn't sure. But it was something to keep an eye on.
Sliding out of the bed, Sam smiled at Mila. "You look very nice this morning. That dress fits you well. Unlike my hair right now..." She sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. Or rather, tried to. It was pretty much a tangled web at this point. Looking back at Mila, she had a thought that she might be wearing the dress because it was her last clean thing, which brought her mind back to laundry. Well, if Mila was going to be doing hers, Samantha might as well clean her dirty things as well.
Digging through her bag, Sam pulled out a light blue dress. Mila had inspired her to wear one as well. She gave the sage another smile. "No peeking again. Then we can go take care of our laundry." Turning her back to Mila, Sam pulled off her sleep clothes and laid them down with the rest of her dirty things. She stopped before pulling on her dress, deciding that she might as well wash everything dirty. She slid off her undergarments before pulling on a fresh set. Then she finally slipped the dress over her head. It extenuated her features, even though Samantha would claim that there was much there to extenuate. Gathering up her dirty clothes in her bag, she turned back to Mila. "Ready whenever you are."
“You look nice.” Mila mentally sighed. She knew she didn't look nice. No. Mila knew she looked good. Too good. “That dress fits you well.” Too well. And that was what bothered her. She shook her head.
“Thank you for the compliment. But.. please.. no more compliments about me and this dress. I can't stand this thing.” She spoke in a flat voice. Mila noticed Sam get up and get dressed. And just like the night prior Mila was instructed not to peek. Mila put her hands over her eyes and waited for Sam to finish changing. She sneaked yet another peek at the mage through her fingers. Her eyes scanned Sam slowly. She appreciated and admired every feminine inch of her. Again she felt a flush of warmth and redness to her cheeks. But, that quickly dissipated once Sam started to turn around. Samantha finished dressing and gave Mila the all clear to uncover her eyes.
“I can't wait to be back in my old clothes. Hey, I noticed a scent from your spare clothes. It's really nice. Is it a perfume or oil?” Whatever it is it smells nice and I want some. Mila has a soap of her own that smelled like rosemary and tea. But, Sam's was different and she was curious to know of its origins.
Mila pulled herself off the bed and gathered her belongings.
“Ready to go. I saw a bakery near the center of town I can buy us some warm rolls for breakfast.” She suggested and subsequently followed Sam outside.
Post by Samantha Khione on Jun 7, 2016 17:48:31 GMT -6
Samantha tiled her head. Mila seemed to hold a great about of disdain for the dress she wore. She wondered why for a second, before deciding that she most likely dislike the attention the dress brought upon her. Sam understood that. Were their places reversed, Mila might compliment her in that dress, but she knew that she would be uncomfortable wearing such a thing. From what she said last night, she assumed that this was all Mila had left in clean clothes, and thus she was forced to wear it. Poor thing.
The blue-haired mage perked up when Mila asked about the scent on her clothes. Thought still slightly upset about the leak that had happened, she was pleased that Mila enjoyed the smell. She smiled. "It's a perfume that my mother makes from flowers around our home. She gave me a number of bottles of it before I left of my adventure to remind me of home." She felt slightly embarrassed and looked down shyly. "It's helpful for whenever I get homesick." She raised her eyes back up to meet Mila's. "I can give you a bottle, if you'd like one. I have plenty of extra ones. As long as I can have some of whatever makes you smell so well in return."
She smiled again at Mila's suggestion. "That would be lovely. Then we can find somewhere that we can take care of all our dirty clothes." Sam reached up and once again tried and failed to untangle her hair. She sighed. "And maybe someone to fix the disaster that is my hair..."
“Iian flowers? Forgive my naivety i was always under the impression that Ilia was so cold you couldn’t grow things. But, these.. This..” She held up the clothes.
“The flowers made it smell really nice.” Mila looked down slightly at Sam’s mention of home. Mila’s home was in Etruria. As much as she hated what the country had become she had fond memories of the place. She had nice memories of the time before the rise of Kraft and before his military had broken up her family. She had fond memories of home. Of the mercenary family that adopted both her and her brother. She found herself reminiscing of her own mother and father. Her adoptive father’s gift for storytelling. And her mother’s gift of rhyming. If her memory served, her adoptive mother was half Ilian. Maybe.. She had the same perfume. She shook her head. No. I think I would have recognized it if it was the same.. Mila looked back up at Sam.
“I’ll take you up on that. A bottle of your perfume. I think I can make it into a soap for easier travel. It’s hard to spill if it’s in a compact solid.. Anyway.. Right Laundry. I think.. There was a tributary somewhere that the women go to wash.. Or a well.. I suppose we can just ask.” Sam made a comment about her hair. Mila rummaged through her pack and pulled out a wide tooth comb. The comb was great for getting out tangles without turning one’s hair into static fluff. She also pulled out a small vial of oil. It was an olive oil, tea tree oil, mixed with a tiny bit of rosemary.
“Here.. let me take a shot at it.” Mila approached and sat behind Sam. She carefully rubbed some of the scented oil onto her hands and gently finger combed Sam’s hair. This helped to loosen some of the larger tangles and relax the hair.
“Sorry if I pinch or pull.” She muttered. Her fingers carefully worked their way through the hair. She then passed the wide tooth comb over some of the more delicate areas until the whole thing was detangled. She then put Sam’s hair into a nice french braid. She used a small black ribbon to tie the end of the hair together.
“And done. You have to wash the oil out when you can other wise you get a big greasy mess in the morning.”
Post by Samantha Khione on Jun 17, 2016 22:01:16 GMT -6
A smile grew on Samantha's face. "Ilia isn't the easiest place to grow things, that's for sure. But my mother has a talent for getting them growing anyway. She actually has a small business selling some of her flowers. That's how she paid for my first tome." That was an incredible day. She had been saving the little bits of gold she made from helping around the house and whatnot in order to save up for a tome. Then on her birthday, she parents surprised her with one. It was one of her fondest memories. She often thought back to it whenever she was feeling down.
"There is one time of year when some things do grow in Ilia. Or at least, the part I'm from. For a few weeks in the summer, it get warm enough for the snow to melt. There's a field near our town that is absolutely covered by flowers of all kinds of colors. It's unspeakably beautiful. Everyone spends as much time as they can taking it all in until the frost returns and they fade away..." Before she had left on her journey, that was the thing she looked forward to most every year. She'd obviously seem many more flowers since she left, but there was still something special about the ones back home. "I plan on going back to see it sometime. You'd be more than welcome to join if you'd like." She smiled again. It was something she had always wanted to share with a friend, but the only ones she had back home had already experienced it.
Sam fell silent as Mila began to work on her hair. It felt pleasant as Mila massaged the oil into her hair. It wasn't something she had ever used before, but Mila's hair always looked nice, so hopefully it would do the same to hers. Before she knew it, the tangled mess was gone and replaced by a perfect French braid. Sam liked the look of it. It was somewhat elegant, and yet much simpler than her old hairstyle. "Thank you, it's lovely. I'll wash it out once we get to the stream. Speaking of which..."
The blue-haired mage slipped away to ask a nearby woman the location of the tributary they used for laundry. Thanking her, she moved back over to Mila. "She said it's no far outside the town and shouldn't be hard to find." Leading the way, Sam set off. Just as the woman said, the pair hadn't traveled too far from the town before the stream appeared in front of them. Certain this was the place, Samantha knelt by the edge of the water and set down her laundry bag. "Shall we?"
“Father gave me my first tome. It was so old and worn. But it was full of his notes and some tips on casting.” A small smile was on her face. The book and it's original owner were long gone now. Her smile faded as quickly as it came. This was not the time to dwell on the past.
“The field sounds nice. Maybe I'll take you up on that visit. Someday.” Mila had never been to Illa herself. But, she had met people from the cold north. Perun, Sam, even her mom had Illan blood in them. And they were all such good people. Perhaps it was something to do with the frozen land that made everyone seem so warm. Maybe, she’d look into that some day.
Mila followed Sam through the city. Again she admired the people's ability to rebuild after a monster attacks. She kept herself covered as much as she could so as to avoid the people's stares. The blue haired beauty seemed to understand where she was going. And soon enough she heard the sounds of running water. They arrived at the tiny tributary. Mila was first to kick off her shoes and set them aside. She dipped her feet into the cool water and relaxed for a moment. She wiggled her toes. She set down her laundry bag and proceeded to wash her clothes. The cool water was refreshing and she didn't mind that it got all over her dry clothes.
“Water feels nice.” She remarked. She was about half way through washing when she got the idea to kick and splash some water on Sam. There was a bit of a mischievous smirk to her face.
Post by Samantha Khione on Jul 8, 2016 20:35:37 GMT -6
Starting to pull out her dirty items of clothes, Samantha slowly began the process of washing all her dirty clothes. Her pile wasn't as big as Mila's, but it was still sizable. Not that that mattered to her. The blue haired mage didn't really mind doing laundry. She found it kind of relaxing. She often used it to think on various matters, such as were to go next or going over the latest stuff she had learned. Today was no different, save for the fact that Mila would pop up every now and then. A couple of times it was in regards to their training session later: going over the use of lightning magic and wondering on how to control the winds.
But every once and a while it was just of Mila. Of her warmth as she rested against her in the night. It was strange. Sam had never had thoughts like this before. She had an educated guess as to why she was having them, but they were nonetheless interesting. Oooo she could study herself. She hadn't done that in quite some time.
The mage shook herself from these thoughts when Mila commented on the water feeling nice. She smiled at her friend and nodded. "Yes, it is quite pleasant. Much warmer, certainly, than any stream in Ilia." She hung up another shirt to start drying when she noticed the smirk on Mila's face. She tilted her head curiously and was about to ask what the look was for when she felt the water splash her. "H-hey!" She gave a little pout before starting to splash Mila back and a smile started to grow on her face.