Thread: Badfool/Blinkk

It took the elf a few moments to actually work his way towards the soap. Nona's movements, the stares from the guard at the door and now her gesture towards his necklaces was all too much. But as soon as he saw the light point, his hand moved to cover the gems, as if that would guard them from any possible ideas she would have about stealing them. But she didn't move and in fact, she called them a name. 'Beautiful'? His fingers lingered over them, eyes stuck on the woman even when she made the gesture. That wasn't hard to understand in the slightest. His eyes trailed down to her hands then back up to the woman's own gaze. His free hand made a pointing gesture towards the bottle before his eyes dropped to it. It was a slow movement, but he reached for it, opening the top to give it a quick sniff. It smelt... clean. Much like the soap he was used to using at home. Lipsa? He asked, looking it over before tipping it over to add a bit onto his finger. In what they might have seen as the stupidest action ever, the elf brought the finger to his lips, his dark blue tongue flicking out to lick at the tip. Yes, that certainly tasted like soap, but he refused to wince or show any sort of regret in that action. Soo... up, he repeated carefully, attempting to replicate the sound, only to look to Nona. Lipsa. Tirnel held up a finger, giving a light point in her direction, much like a teacher may have when making a point. And his point was to try to teach her some of his own words, just as she was trying to help him. He didn't know if he'd see her again, but it couldn't hurt. She had been the nicest person in this palace so far, so why not try to communicate? But he began the normal action of bathing. First with his hair, working his slender fingers through the near-white locks, giving it a nice lather before beginning to wash it away in the water, adding another full dunk of his face beneath the surface as he did so. It wasn't needed, but it gave him a few seconds of silence with his thoughts. That was enough to make this situation bearable. For now at least. He hadn't even met the prince... When he returned to the surface, Tirnel picked up the soap again and let more fall to his hand before he began to work it against his skin. Being locked in the dungeons without a bath for days meant the dirt he had gained from his journey and just being in the cell had begun to work up. Since he had the chance, he worked the substance over his skin, leaving long scratches over his body as he tried to work the dirt away from his skin. It took longer than he thought it would, but when the pain died into a low tingle, it was all worth it. Instead of a strange, unnatural taupe grey colour, his skin was now back to its normal light peach with the hints of slate that he was used to and loved so dearly. His fingers ran over his arm once it returned, a faint smile coming over his lips. And, wasting no time, he continued to work the dirt from him to bring out his natural tone once again. Once he was sure it was there, he gave one final wash down to rise the soap from him before twisting his hair to ring out the water and standing up. With the grace of the finest of human dancers, the elven male stepped from the tub, picking up one of the towels that had been laid out for him. He wrapped one around his waist and picked up a second cloth to being drying his body. He thought the bath was heaven... no, these towels had it beat. His eyes trailed over the cloth, stopping once to look at it closer, examining the fibers. Pure cotton? he questioned, looking to Nona, asking for an answer with a light shake of the cloth in her direction. Mmm... Maide off? His words came out slowly and just as awkward as ever, no doubt gaining a laugh or two of the guards. He had heard their language spoken plenty of times, but he hadn't been able to pick up more words than the common ones used by traders. 'Made of' was one they would always return to their language for. Though he had never spoken it, he could recognize it instantly, along with several of their terms for materials. So much for not understanding them. Tirnel wasn't a child, after all. He had his fair share of interactions with humans. Once Tirnel had an answer to his question, he continued to dry himself off before reaching for his clothing.