She looked relaxed, floating idly in the middle of the pool with her hair spread out like a dark, inky puddle, body bared. A smile pulled at one corner of his lip, the door shutting softly behind him, and he shook his head, mildly amused. It was good to see she had taken the first step, clearly more comfortable in the water than the cold stone walls of some fancy mansion. Technically, she was still inside, but this was different. Kanimir got that, he felt the same many times.
There was, after all, a reason he wandered, a deeper one than just searching for work and wanting to see the world. It was often just as hard for him to contain his own chaotic soul as it was for others.
He let a chuckle slip through his lips, padding slowly into the room and lowering himself by the edge of the pool, one leg tucked under him, the other lifting his knee near his chin. He leaned forwards and ran his fingers through the water, hot against his skin, but not overbearingly. He liked the heat, the warmth of sun, fire, or anything hot, really, felt similar to the race of Rivening through his veins, but less destructive.
"No," He replied to her soft, expectant question, lifting his other hand to run through his hair. Greasy. '
Gross', "Just wanted to make sure you hadn't drowned or something."
He quirked a lopsided smile with the words, his voice echoing slightly in the large, empty room. Condensation had begun to settle on his skin, damp and warm, turning his earthy skin darker with the dirt hidden on his arms. He needed a bath too, but he wasn't going to impose on the nymph's enjoyment of the warm waters, a long needed comfort, he could see.
He frowned slightly, fingers drawing lazy ripples in the surface of the pool, and glanced over at Keithia again. She didn't seem to mind his gaze, whether from conditioning or just not caring that he could see, well, everything. Another muted smile, bland amusement.
"Where do you come from, Keithia? Nymph's normally have a specific area they watch over, right? Can you tell me about it?" He kept his voice gentle, trying to show that she had a choice as to how much, or how little, she imparted. Whatever the events that had led her to Connlaoth, in the manner he had found her, could not be pleasant.
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