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RP post: Drying out Moist
Jul. 22nd, 2010 12:35 amWhen Urquhart opens the door, there is little light in his room; moonlight seeps in through the latticed windows, and glitters on the long, shallow pool that is right by the window.
He puts down the tray of food and drink he is carrying on a low table, and then goes to light a few braziers. The turquoise and coral tiles spring into colourful life, the rich dark reds and blues of the drapes by the windows, and the covers of the divan glow darkly, shot through with metallic embroidery.
"Here's water," he says, gesturing at the pool. "And warmth. I'll find you some towels, and a robe for afterwards."
After the bath, of course.
He puts down the tray of food and drink he is carrying on a low table, and then goes to light a few braziers. The turquoise and coral tiles spring into colourful life, the rich dark reds and blues of the drapes by the windows, and the covers of the divan glow darkly, shot through with metallic embroidery.
"Here's water," he says, gesturing at the pool. "And warmth. I'll find you some towels, and a robe for afterwards."
After the bath, of course.
