RP Excerpt from the RP The Bathhouse | Rhodan, Tarnalay, Ysorrowen:

The chain links occassionally hit her legs as she moved about the water. She did not seem to mind though - she was used to having the metal on her body. It was as familiar to her as any other attached limb. She dipped lower still, the water now sitting just beneath her nose. The faerie watched closely as the man pushed off into the water and made his way over toward them. Ysorrowen Vir`Fleur nodded thoughtfully as she realized where she had seen him before. It had only been a glance, but she had seen him while visiting the palace. Yssie had been making her rounds to check on the health of those who were ill at the time. "Oh yes, tell a tale of fish men and share it this evening. I can compose a dance that will be befitting." Her eyes sparkled as she turned to Tarnalay.

Rhodan Fishbottoms nods at Tarnalay's question. "I prefer legs when entering freshwater. My scales don't agree wall with low salinity. Most merfolk have innate transformation magics to leave the ocean for a certain amount of time."  His attention wanders to the chains on Ysorrowen's legs, clearly enchanted. "Did you used to have an owner?" he asks her bluntly.

Tarnalay Meridian hums a few bars quietly, then half whispers, half sings, "Once beneath the silvering sea, a sailor found a fantasy, a briny bride to bring a crown, a kingdom in the deep and down." She stops and looks at her two floating companions. "I'm sorry," she says, "It's remarkably hard to sing when I'm so relaxed." She listens with some shock to the wizard's question, but is curious about the answer having never found the nerve, or perhaps the audacity, to ask her friend about them.

Ysorrowen Vir`Fleur pushed her hair back so that long tresses cascaded behind her in the water as only the top of her shoulders peeked out above. She listened to the Wizard's explaination, a small smile curling her lips as she began moving her head side to side, in tune to the mystical song her friend sang. She loved how spontaneous Tarnalay was. She very much enjoyed how much money they could make together having fun. But as the man spoke, her movement ceased. No longer was she nodding along to the music, but she felt her face flame with embarassment and a creeping anger. She knew she should expect questions such as these, but still most would not bother to voice this particular question to her. "Fashion. I am very much up on the times, my Lord," she said, lying through her teeth and giving Tarnalay an unhappy look.

Rhodan Fishbottoms nods, "I see. They do have a nice aesthetic quality to them, I suppose." He reaches up to brush a wet strand of hair back, although it remained surprisingly voluminous even when wet out of water, as merfolk hair often does. "Pardon my assumption, then. Usually people with enchanted chains wanted them removed, considering I specialize in enchantments."

Tarnalay Meridian watches Yssie's mood change, suddenly feeling very concerned for her friend. "They are exquisitely made," she says in support of what she suspects is a lie, but determined to protect Yssie. She's pleased to hear the wizard accept it too, and cross with herself that her curiosity was piqued for a moment. "How does this sound, my Lord," she says to Rhodan, hoping to change the subject: "The salt it soothes the sire's scales, the sweetness steals his shiny tail..." just a fragment that came to me when you explained about your tail. Does it hurt to change back and forth?"

She looked down as he spoke, her eyes shielded by the long thick fan of lashes. Her fair face hot, searing, and she knew if someone were to reach out and touch it, the heat would surely scald their fingers. "Don't they," she said blandly at the mention of aesthetics. Yssie gave a half-shrug as if it were nothing. Centuries ago, she would have jumped at the chance to try anything - another wizard, another witch, another warlock, another shaman - anyone who had offered to attempt to remove the shackles that bound shame to her was sought out. But she knew from previous experiences that these ancient magicks used could not be broken or nullified except by their maker, her Master of long ago. She sniffed slightly, pointedly looking at her friend and forcing another smile, so very thankful to her for the distration she offered the wizard. "Lovely," was all she said then. (Ysorrowen Vir`Fleur)