<<here.>>

<<Here a bit late.>>

<<I'll try to get on and find it. I'm still writing a paper. Have a nice night.>>

She lifted an eyebrow in disbelief and then lowered it back down. "How do you get that impression?" she asked, staring straight ahead just as he was.

She sat in silence for awhile, just sipping at her wine and humming to herself. She would stare off into space for minutes just...thinking.
Suddenly she turned her stool to face him, the movement shifting the robe revealing more leg than she had intended for him to see.
"You know, for someone who seems so proud and mysterious, you show signs of great ignominy."
And then she turned back to face the wall to the bar again.

The barman handed her her glass of muscatel and she took it up with one hand and sipped it. "Just a hunch," she said and shrugged her shoulders. She looked at him and asked again, this time a bit more forward. "Where'd you get all the cuts?" her eyes pierced through to his.

Meia opened the doors to find the boy sitting at the fire, obviously trying to get farm.
"Did you have a cold shower?" she asked him and winked as she passed him. She sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Resting her elbows on the bar top she sighed and closed her eyes and hummed a song to herself.
The song reminded her of her childhood friend whom was lost when the small town was raided by thieves.

Meia slipped out of the shower and replaced the soaking sarong with a simple silk black robe. The pearls remained around her neck.

She pulled her hair back into a loose bun with some hair still framing her face. She decided to take a walk. Explore the place that she would be staying at.

She opened the sliding door and walked onto the cobblestone pavement and started for the main building.

Meia turned to see his puzzled face and chuckled. "You don't have to understand every thing you know." She said as she slipped behind the panel into the next room.
She stepped into a small shower booth and turned on the water. It was rather cool, but nice after the heat of the spa pool. The water felt nice on her skin as it ran down her face.

She continued to look across the water at him then finally slowly pushed off the side of the wall, her sarong flowing loosely around her body the black fabric blending with the water. She reached his end of the water and placed a small kiss upon his cheek and rose out of the water and onto the dry marble flooring.
Water dripped from her to the floor as her previously loose clothing now clung to her closely.

She smiled again. "Ah yes, isn't it dreadful?" She laughed heartily to herself.

She shifted her weight onto one of her hands, her elbow resting on the ground by the warm pool. She opened her eyes to look at him, the steam rising in front of her, her hair half dry and half wet dangling in front of her face.

She smirked as she responded "I asked didn't I?" she raised an eyebrow as she finished the last word.

Meia opened one eye to catch a glance at who had just entered her bath. It was a man, young in a general way, tattered up with cuts and bruises that were present everywhere above the water. She assumed that it remained the same beneath the water as well. She closed her eye and let out a slow breath before speaking. Around her lips grew foggy as her breath hit the cold air. "What exactly have you been up to?" she inquired half heartedly.

She stepped slowly into the water until it covered her body up to her neck. She leaned back and rested her head on the pillow that covered the side walls of the pool.

Meia is decorated souly in a black sarong and a long string of pearls about her neck.

A female walks from behind a lavish screen door and walks to one of the hot pools. She dips her feet in slowly as steam rises from the warm water.