Honora.
The Songstress
Reference Picture
It was one, maybe two, in the afternoon when the dark-haired Kuja emerged from her temporary abode at Natsuki’s Inn - a quaint place with nice rooms and complimentary breakfast. She had just enjoyed a cup of steamy, hot black tea with three spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk which went perfectly with the two or three buttery biscuits she had consumed over a conversation with the owner of the inn. A conversation that may have continued well into the evening if not for the simple fact that she planned on hitting the local sentō to meet up with a friend. It helped that she believed she had distracted the owner from her duties long enough and so, after downing the remainder of her tea and biding the woman farewell, she left.
Honora headed down the street to her left for she was aware of a sentō a couple buildings away from her current residence. From the brief glimpse that she got of it, the sentō looked nice enough and big enough to contain a large volume of people. She didn’t expect too many people to be there though. It was, after all, still the middle of the afternoon and people had jobs, but she did expect them to begin rolling into the sentō in droves. She did not mind this, she had a good hour before that happened and she planned to be gone by then.
She paid the entrance fee of four hundred and fifty beli upon her arrival, striking up a brief conversation with the gentleman at the front desk. It was forgotten just as quickly as she left the front desk, a testament to just how mundane their conversation had been. Clothes and shoes were neatly tucked away into her assigned locker, a soft white towel being the only thing to cover her. With a clothe and soap in hand, she slipped into the bathing area.
There were five women there already - two at the wash area and three in the bath. None of whom bore green hair. She sighed and headed for an unoccupied stall to wash off. Honora knew the woman would be there soon enough and as she submerged herself in the warm bath water, she took that moment to relax. One arm was draped on the side of the bath, her towel providing some cushion for her head which rested on the side. One deep sigh and her eyes were closed.
It was one, maybe two, in the afternoon when the dark-haired Kuja emerged from her temporary abode at Natsuki’s Inn - a quaint place with nice rooms and complimentary breakfast. She had just enjoyed a cup of steamy, hot black tea with three spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk which went perfectly with the two or three buttery biscuits she had consumed over a conversation with the owner of the inn. A conversation that may have continued well into the evening if not for the simple fact that she planned on hitting the local sentō to meet up with a friend. It helped that she believed she had distracted the owner from her duties long enough and so, after downing the remainder of her tea and biding the woman farewell, she left.
Honora headed down the street to her left for she was aware of a sentō a couple buildings away from her current residence. From the brief glimpse that she got of it, the sentō looked nice enough and big enough to contain a large volume of people. She didn’t expect too many people to be there though. It was, after all, still the middle of the afternoon and people had jobs, but she did expect them to begin rolling into the sentō in droves. She did not mind this, she had a good hour before that happened and she planned to be gone by then.
She paid the entrance fee of four hundred and fifty beli upon her arrival, striking up a brief conversation with the gentleman at the front desk. It was forgotten just as quickly as she left the front desk, a testament to just how mundane their conversation had been. Clothes and shoes were neatly tucked away into her assigned locker, a soft white towel being the only thing to cover her. With a clothe and soap in hand, she slipped into the bathing area.
There were five women there already - two at the wash area and three in the bath. None of whom bore green hair. She sighed and headed for an unoccupied stall to wash off. Honora knew the woman would be there soon enough and as she submerged herself in the warm bath water, she took that moment to relax. One arm was draped on the side of the bath, her towel providing some cushion for her head which rested on the side. One deep sigh and her eyes were closed.
0412 | 0412