Thread: Badfool/Blinkk

The two men who had undone Tirnels bindings stationed themselves near the far doorway of the bathing room, one idly digging under his nails without so much as a glance upwards. If there was a fuss he was sure to hear it, there was no point in staring. The other, however, found it difficult to keep his eyes out of range and found himself occasionally staring to catch a glimpse. His structure was different the coloring of his skin too light and fair for comfort and even his movements seemed far too fluid for any human. The one man in particular caught the elfs eyes on occasion, wrenching them away when his gross curiosity was exposed. Still, he kept silent and mumbled small talk to the man at his side. Nona, however, focused more on tending to Tirnels cleanliness and stepped around the room, gathering fresh towels and cloths to place at the tubs side as well as a pair of clothing for when Tirnel would finish and dry himself. The clothing set out for him was of a plain design, straight stitching and along with its simplicity they were mute in coloring. He was offered an airy shirt, neither loose nor snug but it definitely did not cling as his former garments had aside from how the sleeves of the arms drew in close to the forearms. The pants folded beneath were made of beige wool, a thicker material than the shirt but stiff enough to be worn regularly and without much wear Tirnels size was estimated, but enough to give the elf room for a range of movement regardless. Nona mentioned somewhere along the lines that if the clothing did not fit she would see to it to find another pair, but the comment must have flown over Tirnels head in all of the confusion as he was led through the palace. Nona kept her eyes shifted away from Tirnel as he was shortly exposed, tasking herself by gathering the washing and drying cloths. When he had submerged himself beneath the water and the froth of the soaps pre-poured, she turned her eyes back on his face and even to the pendants hugging the elfs neck close. Beautiful stones with brilliant color, her smile was undoubtedly in response to the strange accessories. She would have asked about them had Tirnel been able to speak more complex words of their language. Instead she settled on pointing to the two chokers when the elf had surfaced, noting that they were beautiful and settled with the word and whether or not Tirnel understood it didnt mean he wouldnt understand what she was referring to. Soap, she pointed to three of the larger bottles upon the small table beside the tubs edge, forming a scrubbing motion with her hands. The men standing at the door could only roll their eyes at her attempt to connect with the elf more personally aside from quick commands. Ignoring the two, she continued by picking up one of the full bottles and setting it on the edge of the bath, repeating the word once again for him. May as well help him learn their language if his stay was permanent. He wont understand what youre saying. Besides, its best he doesnt learn to speak our language anyways. The two men nodded in agreement but Nona chose to ignore the comment. It wasnt as though she blamed them necessarily- Tirnel did attempt to assassinate a royal. But it was her duty to help the eld assimilate to a long life of servitude than a life cut short.