Day in the Spa

[st_unning]

After Alcuin's conversation with Phryne, he had a small sense of purpose. She'd pointed out a marketable skill that hadn't occurred to him -- massage. He had come across the spa at the inn during his exploring, and it did not really seem to be in use.

After a few cooking lessons, Alcuin had offered to read to Ignis, and so when he'd seen him last he suggested they meet the next morning by the pool, which also happened to be right by the spa. Perhaps he'd be interested in helping him explore that, as well.

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[st_eadfast]

Being read to by a pool, in what would probably end up being morning sunlight (the weather was seldom anything other than sunny), sounded like a small piece of heaven. Part of Ignis wanted to feel a little guilty about taking up Alcuin's time like that, but he had volunteered, and... it was simply pleasant, having company again. Having something like a friend, again.

As would have surprised exactly no one who knew him, Ignis was as much on time as it was possible to be for a meeting scheduled as nebulously as'the morning'. Despite that implicit formality, though, he'd left his jacket behind in his room and rolled up his sleeves. There weren't a lot of ways to indicate that one was off-duty, so to speak, but he trusted that would do.

On arriving at the pool area, Ignis gave the actual water a hopefully-wide and careful pass. He could swim, but misjudging the rim and accidentally falling in would... not endear himself anywhere.