let off steam -- (gar/zizi)

[twitchie]

Ka'mond had slipped out of his garments, discarding his tunic and breeches on the edge of the steamy pool. He sank into the water, hissing in pain as the hot water touched his thread-scored cheeks, legs and arms.

His eyes closed, and his head bobbed above the bubbles. His breathing soon came nice and easy, steady and relaxed.

Despite the calm, the previous mistakes still lingered in his memory, hungry to torment him. It was... disgusting.
Did he affect his dragon's process? Would Abyrath be more successful if she'd impressed someone else?

Would the weyr be safer if he had not fallen onto the sands just alittle over a turn ago?
A frown creased his face, causing him to wince. His face was splotched with burns.

There was only one thing Ka'mond wanted. One tiiiiiny little thing. He wanted Abyrath (if not them both) to be respected. She was deserving of that.
One thing stood in the way. One damn man.
J'degar.

Ka'mond was facing the wall, torso exposed. He glared at the wall as if the rock was J'degar.
"Who's the idiot now?! Huh??!"
He growled, paving several steps. Gar had said even something of idiots being useful. Not under his guidance. Not ever. If the brownrider thought his methods were great, he could sharding think again!!

Mine! Your tornado mind is giving me a headache! Please stop? [/color]
Ka'mond flushed and tried to get a hold on his rampaging thoughts... Footsteps on the shone distracted him, and he looked toward the sound. And to his great excitement, he saw the man of the hour.

[Zirin]

Ka'mond wasn't the only one who felt a bath would be a good idea. After the stress of the Threadfall, J'degar was more than happy to get clean and relaxed in the hot waters of the bathing pool. Iro'ris had been cared for, and was sound asleep last he checked, so J'degar figured he wouldn't be needed for a short while. Clad only in a towel, with his change of clothes folded neatly in his arms, J'degar stepped into the bathing cavern in time to hear Ka'mond yelling at someone. With nothing but the towel covering him, J'degar's heavily scared arms and back were easily visible in the cavern's light.

"You may not want to ask that question while yelling at a rock..." J'degar pinched the bridge of his nose. Suddenly the idea of a bath was mildly less appealing. He supposed he could go wander to one of the other caverns, but he'd rather not spend his short burst of free time walking around in a towel.

Putting his things down, he dropped the towel and slide into the hot water, grunting as it stung his own small wounds; the ash burns and the occasional small threadscore. No rider ever came out of threadfall completely unharmed. Taking a moment to relax into the water, J'degar didn't speak right away, merely letting the warmth seep into his bones as he looked at Ka'mond.

"You had your wounds looked at by the healer, right boy?" Ka'mond certainly seemed to be energetic so Gar assumed he had been numbweeded prior to the bath, but it was always good to double check. And would you look at that, J'degar was showing a hint of concern.