((This continues on directly from my sample roleplay))
The burning felt cleansing as she stepped into the scalding water. Larayna’s greyish brown eyes closed to the world as she felt the water touch her skin. A long breath escaped her as she let herself relax after the incident. She stepped fully under the shower, letting her long platinum hair, still slick with sweat feel the healing waters. She opened her eyes, staring off into the distance.
Shapes swam in the steam around her. It taunted her with half remembered visions from her dreams. It was strange. It had started so long ago; she wasn’t sure if she knew any different anymore. These visions and poltergeists had become as much a part of her life as her hobbies. She could never truly remember anything substantial and it infuriated her. It drove her to look for answers to questions she didn’t know she’d asked.
Usually, they were tame. She would simply wake up with a start in terror, anger, pain and occasionally sadness. But whenever they left civilisation, it was worse. Sometimes, in cases like this morning, it was a disaster. The dreams were somehow more intense. She would vividly remember the emotions this time. She would writhe in bed, mutter, scream and always wake in a cold sweat to the concerned faces of her closest friends. She could never tell them how thankful she was for that.
But it was never this bad. It was never this harrowing. When they had first heard about these newly uncovered ruins, she’d had awful dreams. They had been so bad; she hadn’t been able to sleep for two nights for fear of what waited her. But she knew then that she had to come. They briefly scouted the ruins out yesterday, high in the snow of the mountains. Now, she was here, desperately trying to wash away the night terrors.
Larayna had to put it to the back of her mind for now. There was nothing she could do until they were back at the cave anyway. She took another moment to enjoy the warmth of the water then did what she came here to do. She was proud of her hair but it took work to maintain, just like everything else. She enjoyed toying with it, running her hands through it and feeling it dance on the wind.
Nearly an hour after entering the bathroom, Larayna emerged ready for the day ahead. She had put on the underlayers they brought for climbing the mountain. She wore a light, white, tight fitting t-shirt under a thick fleece and walking trousers, over a thermal top and leggings. It wasn’t the most glamorous of her outfits but in this case, function was far superior. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail, tied with her white bow, just like her mother used to.
The room was still dark and it was still early, the others had gone back to sleep. She wasn’t sure she could face it again so quietly left the room and made her way down to the hotel lobby. She grabbed her boots on the way as well. They were her little indulgence in her outfit. Although they were still rugged and waterproof, they stretched most of the way up her calf for a more feminine look. But they were a pain to put on and at four in the morning, she didn’t want to wake the others up again. She closed the door as quietly as she could and let herself smile. She was very lucky to have friends like these.
She pulled on the boots, lacing them up tightly. They rubbed otherwise and caused blisters. Satisfied, she turned to head down the hallway. The smell of pastries been baked was already sitting temptingly in the air. The entire hotel was a massive wooden structure that had a warm, homely feel to everything inside. It was the kind of place you could spend hours simply being. The lights were dimmed behind fabric shades. The stunning oaken floorboards had warm, thick carpets over the top, muffling most of the noise. The walls had wooden panels but they were lightened by sections of cream plaster work and paintings of beautiful mountain scenes and frozen lakes. Every surface was adorned with small embellishments. Not even the wooden rafters that stretched across the ceilings and hung over the corridors were free from it. They were carved with deer and bears, wolves and birds. Larayna could spend hours wandering these halls and still find something new with each visit.
Her meandering soon took her to the lobby. She suspected her nose had a part to play in this as the smells of baked produce were far stronger here and her stomach growled in agreement. It was too early for any breakfast. She would just have to eat lunch earlier and then was a terrible slope to be sliding down. The lobby itself was small. Comprising of a slightly larger corridor to accommodate the reception desk and not much else. But it had several rooms leading off from it. The large restaurant where they had eaten last night with food so delicious they nearly had to roll Jason back to the room. But her favourite thing was the large communal area. Large sofas, comfy chairs, two open fireplaces and bookshelves lining the walls with one wall devoted to a massive window that opened on to a balcony. She could only imagine come spring that it would hold tables and chairs and offer beautiful views over the mountain valley.
The place was quiet. The lights were dimmed giving the room a romantic feel. She wrapped her arms around herself a moment, closing her eyes. She imagined what could be in this quiet serenity. She moved slowly across the room. Her footsteps light, sure and graceful. She crossed to the door to the balcony and pulled it open to the cold morning air. Even in winter, they did their best to keep it clear but mother nature is persistent. The snow crunched under her boot as she stepped out. She quickly zipped up her fleece as she went over the threshold to the world outside.
Each stepped creaked with the fresh fall. She moved to the balcony railings, once again, wooden and intricately carved with leaves and berries from the regions distinctive trees. She placed a hand on the edge as she leaned her small frame against one of the posts. The wind, gentle this morning, tossed her hair playfully as her eyes drank in the view. As the sun began to peep over the top of the mountains, it cast long mysterious shadows over the valley. Vast arrays of various conifer trees stood to attention, snow clinging desperately to the branches. Down the centre of the valley ran a river, although now frozen from the wrath of winter, as the light began to dance across it, the ice glittered.
“Is that you Miss Beroe?” came a friendly voice from the doorway. Larayna looked over her shoulder to the source. Stood, looking a little tired and concerned, was the receptionist who had booked them in a few nights ago. Jochen gestured for her to come to him, the warm glow on his face made him hard to refuse. “You should be wearing more than that, Miss, if you want to stand out here.”
“I’m sorry,” Larayna tilted her head, gauging the young man a moment. He was taller than her and much broader. He wore a well-groomed beard and looked rather dashing in his suit. “I just wanted to see the view.” He gestured for her to come inside, holding the door open despite the slight shiver he had already developed. She graciously accepted the offer and followed him over to a seat by the fireplace. She noticed it was one where he could still see the desk.
“There are plenty of beautiful sights in this world, but not all of them need you to go out unprepared to see them,” he caught her eye as he said this, a coy grin on his face. Larayna felt her cheeks flush with a bit of colour. She looked away into the fire as he began to stoke life back in to it. The wooden crackled in the heat as he placed another log. “Could you not sleep last night?”
Larayna stared into the new born flames for a few long moments before answering. “I just had some bad dreams, nothing to worry about,” the smile never quite reached her eyes as she looked at him. But there was a fire beginning to burn in them. “But I’m also very excited about today. We’re heading down in to the ruins proper today.”
The burning felt cleansing as she stepped into the scalding water. Larayna’s greyish brown eyes closed to the world as she felt the water touch her skin. A long breath escaped her as she let herself relax after the incident. She stepped fully under the shower, letting her long platinum hair, still slick with sweat feel the healing waters. She opened her eyes, staring off into the distance.
Shapes swam in the steam around her. It taunted her with half remembered visions from her dreams. It was strange. It had started so long ago; she wasn’t sure if she knew any different anymore. These visions and poltergeists had become as much a part of her life as her hobbies. She could never truly remember anything substantial and it infuriated her. It drove her to look for answers to questions she didn’t know she’d asked.
Usually, they were tame. She would simply wake up with a start in terror, anger, pain and occasionally sadness. But whenever they left civilisation, it was worse. Sometimes, in cases like this morning, it was a disaster. The dreams were somehow more intense. She would vividly remember the emotions this time. She would writhe in bed, mutter, scream and always wake in a cold sweat to the concerned faces of her closest friends. She could never tell them how thankful she was for that.
But it was never this bad. It was never this harrowing. When they had first heard about these newly uncovered ruins, she’d had awful dreams. They had been so bad; she hadn’t been able to sleep for two nights for fear of what waited her. But she knew then that she had to come. They briefly scouted the ruins out yesterday, high in the snow of the mountains. Now, she was here, desperately trying to wash away the night terrors.
Larayna had to put it to the back of her mind for now. There was nothing she could do until they were back at the cave anyway. She took another moment to enjoy the warmth of the water then did what she came here to do. She was proud of her hair but it took work to maintain, just like everything else. She enjoyed toying with it, running her hands through it and feeling it dance on the wind.
Nearly an hour after entering the bathroom, Larayna emerged ready for the day ahead. She had put on the underlayers they brought for climbing the mountain. She wore a light, white, tight fitting t-shirt under a thick fleece and walking trousers, over a thermal top and leggings. It wasn’t the most glamorous of her outfits but in this case, function was far superior. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail, tied with her white bow, just like her mother used to.
The room was still dark and it was still early, the others had gone back to sleep. She wasn’t sure she could face it again so quietly left the room and made her way down to the hotel lobby. She grabbed her boots on the way as well. They were her little indulgence in her outfit. Although they were still rugged and waterproof, they stretched most of the way up her calf for a more feminine look. But they were a pain to put on and at four in the morning, she didn’t want to wake the others up again. She closed the door as quietly as she could and let herself smile. She was very lucky to have friends like these.
She pulled on the boots, lacing them up tightly. They rubbed otherwise and caused blisters. Satisfied, she turned to head down the hallway. The smell of pastries been baked was already sitting temptingly in the air. The entire hotel was a massive wooden structure that had a warm, homely feel to everything inside. It was the kind of place you could spend hours simply being. The lights were dimmed behind fabric shades. The stunning oaken floorboards had warm, thick carpets over the top, muffling most of the noise. The walls had wooden panels but they were lightened by sections of cream plaster work and paintings of beautiful mountain scenes and frozen lakes. Every surface was adorned with small embellishments. Not even the wooden rafters that stretched across the ceilings and hung over the corridors were free from it. They were carved with deer and bears, wolves and birds. Larayna could spend hours wandering these halls and still find something new with each visit.
Her meandering soon took her to the lobby. She suspected her nose had a part to play in this as the smells of baked produce were far stronger here and her stomach growled in agreement. It was too early for any breakfast. She would just have to eat lunch earlier and then was a terrible slope to be sliding down. The lobby itself was small. Comprising of a slightly larger corridor to accommodate the reception desk and not much else. But it had several rooms leading off from it. The large restaurant where they had eaten last night with food so delicious they nearly had to roll Jason back to the room. But her favourite thing was the large communal area. Large sofas, comfy chairs, two open fireplaces and bookshelves lining the walls with one wall devoted to a massive window that opened on to a balcony. She could only imagine come spring that it would hold tables and chairs and offer beautiful views over the mountain valley.
The place was quiet. The lights were dimmed giving the room a romantic feel. She wrapped her arms around herself a moment, closing her eyes. She imagined what could be in this quiet serenity. She moved slowly across the room. Her footsteps light, sure and graceful. She crossed to the door to the balcony and pulled it open to the cold morning air. Even in winter, they did their best to keep it clear but mother nature is persistent. The snow crunched under her boot as she stepped out. She quickly zipped up her fleece as she went over the threshold to the world outside.
Each stepped creaked with the fresh fall. She moved to the balcony railings, once again, wooden and intricately carved with leaves and berries from the regions distinctive trees. She placed a hand on the edge as she leaned her small frame against one of the posts. The wind, gentle this morning, tossed her hair playfully as her eyes drank in the view. As the sun began to peep over the top of the mountains, it cast long mysterious shadows over the valley. Vast arrays of various conifer trees stood to attention, snow clinging desperately to the branches. Down the centre of the valley ran a river, although now frozen from the wrath of winter, as the light began to dance across it, the ice glittered.
“Is that you Miss Beroe?” came a friendly voice from the doorway. Larayna looked over her shoulder to the source. Stood, looking a little tired and concerned, was the receptionist who had booked them in a few nights ago. Jochen gestured for her to come to him, the warm glow on his face made him hard to refuse. “You should be wearing more than that, Miss, if you want to stand out here.”
“I’m sorry,” Larayna tilted her head, gauging the young man a moment. He was taller than her and much broader. He wore a well-groomed beard and looked rather dashing in his suit. “I just wanted to see the view.” He gestured for her to come inside, holding the door open despite the slight shiver he had already developed. She graciously accepted the offer and followed him over to a seat by the fireplace. She noticed it was one where he could still see the desk.
“There are plenty of beautiful sights in this world, but not all of them need you to go out unprepared to see them,” he caught her eye as he said this, a coy grin on his face. Larayna felt her cheeks flush with a bit of colour. She looked away into the fire as he began to stoke life back in to it. The wooden crackled in the heat as he placed another log. “Could you not sleep last night?”
Larayna stared into the new born flames for a few long moments before answering. “I just had some bad dreams, nothing to worry about,” the smile never quite reached her eyes as she looked at him. But there was a fire beginning to burn in them. “But I’m also very excited about today. We’re heading down in to the ruins proper today.”