[ After several hours of exploring the tree and learning how to use his new silver wings, a bath seems pretty tempting. He finds the bathhouse easily enough, most of his armor already divested and tucked away somewhere close - and safe, entering in just breeches and a tunic.
Well, and the sword. Old habits die hard.
Maedhros eyes the pool intently, then its occupant. Red hair is extremely rare among his people, and most often found in blood relations, so she elicits more interest than might be normal. The seven and a half foot four inch tall elf bows belatedly, a wealth of red hair falling past his waist, and gestures toward the water with his left hand. ]
2, because why not
Well, and the sword. Old habits die hard.
Maedhros eyes the pool intently, then its occupant. Red hair is extremely rare among his people, and most often found in blood relations, so she elicits more interest than might be normal. The
seven and a half footfour inch tall elf bows belatedly, a wealth of red hair falling past his waist, and gestures toward the water with his left hand. ]May I join you, Lady?