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Duality: Warm and Cold. |Private| Sun Jan 01, 2017 1:20 pm
Ano
D-rank
This wasn't a feeling he'd expected. So short a time ago, and yet it felt like it had been a lifetime ago...Hazy, yet he knew it happened. The details took awhile to reminisce on, yet he could do so without error or failure. It mattered little here, technically, yet he found himself with a strange sense of both nostalgia and aversion. This was, to be sure, not the same place as he had stayed before, yet it bore the same feeling to him. The latter, perhaps, would fade in time, and he could simply visit these sorts of places in fondness. A rather short building stood in front of him, and to boot not very large in breadth either. This place, perhaps, might be small, and only able to fit a few people, or cramped. It would not bother Ano, however, if it was. He only took into consideration how the others would feel. They were so wont to distance themselves from others, in a physical and social sense, and he still did not understand the coverings. In public, yes, but here it perplexed him that they would keep such fabrics on. He barely comprehended it when that man...a Mugetsu-kin, tried to explain it to him. He still could not wrap his head around it, as there was nothing to hide or be ashamed of.
So he thought, in any event. He could not change the minds of others, he could only ask them questions to make them do it themselves.
The springs stood before him, and he entered the cloth-draped doorway. Empty, and a small sign detailing the status.
Surely an oddity, but he would take it. Ano slipped off his one bronze armlet and placed it behind the counter. Hopefully they would be able to match it with his other. If not, he was down an armlet, but it was simply an adornment, nothing important.
The average, slightly thin frame entered the second doorway to find a stairway leading down. This...this made more sense. A spring meant for all of the Sand, visitors and nomads like him included, was bound to have been bigger than such a small hut. A door stood before him, which opened without resistance when his hand met its knob. A hallway stretched out before him, and he had a bit of work to do.
He had already taken off his keffiyeh, allowing for his rather steamy head to breathe. With each step, even his moderately short locks bounced. He only had his usual fare on aside, a simple white-beige loincloth that covered everything 'necessary' for everyone else's sake. If he had a choice, he would not, but it was considered rude in this land to go without. He found these sorts of traditions and unsaid rules odd, but then again, the others probably found him plenty odd all the same.
The hallways' smooth stone floors, a bit alien to Ano - being that he had only recently experienced sands and crag, or worn stone floor - pleased his feet with their paradoxical grip despite how easy they would have seemed to otherwise be to slide on. A look upwards, and he was at the small sign depicting 'men'. He scurried inside, and through another door to the washing room. No one. Into the next, to the soaking pool. No one as well, he waited a good bit. Even inspected the rather crystal-clear water - impressive compared to Nisemono's - to make sure he wouldn't be startled again. He'd had enough of that for a lifetime.
Returning to the room full of baskets to put one's belongings, Ano flicked his finger over the point at which his coverings were tied, and quite easily they fell, snatched out of the air by his waiting hand. He walked very casually over to the washing area, as he was a tad sore from his ordeals. He needed not a towel here, no matter what the others thought or said. There was nothing to be ashamed of, for him or anyone.
In the back of his head, he wondered if anyone would show up. He did relish his alone-time, granted, and he was not lonely, it was just more of an intellectual exercise to have someone around.
So he thought, in any event. He could not change the minds of others, he could only ask them questions to make them do it themselves.
The springs stood before him, and he entered the cloth-draped doorway. Empty, and a small sign detailing the status.
On break. Please leave collateral.
The average, slightly thin frame entered the second doorway to find a stairway leading down. This...this made more sense. A spring meant for all of the Sand, visitors and nomads like him included, was bound to have been bigger than such a small hut. A door stood before him, which opened without resistance when his hand met its knob. A hallway stretched out before him, and he had a bit of work to do.
He had already taken off his keffiyeh, allowing for his rather steamy head to breathe. With each step, even his moderately short locks bounced. He only had his usual fare on aside, a simple white-beige loincloth that covered everything 'necessary' for everyone else's sake. If he had a choice, he would not, but it was considered rude in this land to go without. He found these sorts of traditions and unsaid rules odd, but then again, the others probably found him plenty odd all the same.
The hallways' smooth stone floors, a bit alien to Ano - being that he had only recently experienced sands and crag, or worn stone floor - pleased his feet with their paradoxical grip despite how easy they would have seemed to otherwise be to slide on. A look upwards, and he was at the small sign depicting 'men'. He scurried inside, and through another door to the washing room. No one. Into the next, to the soaking pool. No one as well, he waited a good bit. Even inspected the rather crystal-clear water - impressive compared to Nisemono's - to make sure he wouldn't be startled again. He'd had enough of that for a lifetime.
Returning to the room full of baskets to put one's belongings, Ano flicked his finger over the point at which his coverings were tied, and quite easily they fell, snatched out of the air by his waiting hand. He walked very casually over to the washing area, as he was a tad sore from his ordeals. He needed not a towel here, no matter what the others thought or said. There was nothing to be ashamed of, for him or anyone.
In the back of his head, he wondered if anyone would show up. He did relish his alone-time, granted, and he was not lonely, it was just more of an intellectual exercise to have someone around.
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