Thread: For the rest of your life. [Wreckles & Cal]

She had inclined her head in a bow and quirked her lips upwards into a smile towards her brothers lieutenant, Ser Meril, before he disappeared. Calyce had never exchanged words with the lieutenant, not having had the opportunity to, and because it was not considered courteous to do. She briefly wondered what the sound of his voice would be like, or if he could even speak to begin with, before she was snapped out of her reveries by her brothers words. She complied easily enough and followed her brother, having to quicken her pace despite her long, slender legs. Calyce was no match for Turyns stature. Her thoughts trailed off to the mission at hand again, wondering why she was to join her brother. Deep down inside, she knew her parents disapproved of her own little projects, which might be the reason why she partook in them in the first place. Apart from genuinely believing that these people needed help, she felt it was something that was hers and hers alone. A slightly rebellious streak in her, perhaps. She did not know why she was thusly rewarded. Her thoughts nearly made her bump into her brothers back when he came to an abrupt halt. Instead, she leaned forward on her toes slightly, diminishing most of her momentum. Calyce instantly tilted her head upward to look at her brother, attentively. His words sent a chill down her spine, and slowly her face fell, the smile vanishing from her lips, the warmth retreating from her eyes. Before she could think of a reply, she saw the smirk appear on Turyn's features. She felt his eyes trace her form and she nearly took a step back, feeling the heat rush to her face instantly when she heard him speak next, her cheeks a deep colour of crimson. Her hands curled into small fists at her side as her eyes narrowed. She considered herself a kind person, but she knew an insult when she heard one, and being a Daroni meant that she had a certain sense of pride in that, albeit mostly hidden. Her lips parted to rebuke, brother or not, she did not deserve to be treated like this! Before she could speak, yet again, his eyes cut her off rather than his words. With slight defiance, she glared back at him, her green eyes shining brightly with an emotion she was not comfortable with. Anger. She kept his gaze until she felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise. She felt her brothers warmth radiate from his body and the condescending glare in his eyes. It was too much. Defeatedly and angry with herself, her eyes blinked before she looked away, grinding her teeth together and feeling her eyes water slightly. Why was he treating her like this? Calyces eyes snapped upward again when she heard the command and the insult. She had never had any strong emotions for her brother, but in the heat of the moment she was beginning to feel an emotion akin to hatred. She was, however, muted into silence, unable to think of a witty thing to say. Her eyes followed him until he disappeared, and before she knew it, she was ushered off by the servants to the baths. Calyce was undressed rather unceremoniously and she, rather automatically, raised her arms and legs as her bodice and skirt were removed. It wasnt really a bath more than a round pool-sized hot spring, giving off a continuous stream of vapors and steam. She wrapped her arms around her chest as the cold air hit her bare skin. The servants undid her braid, took away the ribbons and trinkets, and left her to her bath. She slid her body in slowly, her body giving a slight shiver as she felt the warm water hit her cold skin. Calyce completely submerged herself then, diving her body down to swim to the center of the pool. The center was deep enough for her feet not to touch the ground. She felt trickles of water run down her face from her wet hair as she swam to the other edge. There, she rested against the pools edge rather comfortably, closing her eyes and letting her head rest against the edge as her body was submerged. Her thoughts wandered. Why was she rewarded by going on a diplomatic mission such as this one, especially the still relatively unexplored northern territories? She could hold her own in a sword fight, something that was mandatory for all women of the royal house, and she had a rigorous meditation and Asht Anga session every single morning. When it came down to pure, gritty fighting, though.. Calyce would be next to helpless. And more importantly.. why did her brother treat her so? She went over their conversation in her head and slowly came to the realization that he might have had other motives. He probably was under pressure by their father, perhaps Turyn was even concerned about the mission at hand. It might explain his behaviour. He probably didn't mean to act the way he did. Calyce was already trying to make up excuses for him, something she was rather good at. A sigh escaped her lips as the heat of the pool made her limbs and muscles relax, followed soon by her mind. Soon enough, she was drawn into a delightful blank state of mind, feeling nothing but the warm water surrounding her body and kissing her skin. Occasionally, a servant would come in to add a bucket of hot water to the pool. She paid them no attention, keeping her eyes blissfully closed as she floated.