Whenever she was bone-tired, or had just completed a particularly messy job, Alaerya would trek it to the northern coast of Quel'thalas, to this secluded little cove that had those gorgeous trees overhanging a small creek, like willows would. Sometimes, she would slowly strip off every piece of clothing, and other times the rogue would just jump in in full gear and wash it as she went.
This time it was the former, her armour was strewn on the ground, as was every piece of underclothing had on. One dagger was with the pile, the other was thrust into the group near the shore. A third dagger had found itself strapped to her upper thigh, a place any sentient being could be jealous of.
With a groan of pleasure, the woman stepped slowly into the creek until she was knee deep. She savoured the luke-warm water as it hit her skin, toes curled into the sand. In the pale moonlight, her ass looked fucking great and her scars looked almost non existant. It was toned, from all her running and jumping, and the wiry strength Alae held was evident in the shifting muscles that traveled up her back as she stretched.
A grin crossed her features; full blood red lips looking washed out in the pale light. With a sudden whoop she leapt in, and a splash cut her lilting voice off.
Content to soak there for as long as she needed, the rogue lazily lapped up and down the river slowly. The water must have had healing properties, and she would swear it to any who asked, it always unwound her and calmed her mind.
A final lap upstream, and Alae stopped, the water cradled her fit figure snugly, lifting it up. With a deep breath she laid back, letting the current carry her downstream. Her hair spread out, acting much like the shadows she used for her work, tendrils curing and bobbing in the stream. Her hair was getting longer, she needed the black locks cut back to a workable size.
With another deep breath, one that lifted her droplet covered chest out of the water, came a sound that she was definitely not expecting. She dropped fast. Faster than the eye could really track. The river covered where she had been, and to anything on the bank she would only look like a weirdly shaped rock.
Fel-glowing eyes opened. She could see only a distorted surface. Nothing was there.
Alaerya was sure she had heard something.
Slowly, unblinking, she rose. Lips parted slightly, hair pushed back, she scanned the area.
What the hell was going on? This wasn't the first time she had heard something that shouldn't have been there, or seen something out of the corner of her eyes that had disappeared the moment she looked for it. Was she being stalked?
A hand went to the dagger strapped to her thigh, and she drew it slowly, treading water, waiting.
Minutes passed, and then half an hour. After nearly an hour the Rogue narrowed her eyes, then walked towards the bank; donning all of her clothes after a good shake.
'Damnit.' she thought to herself. 'That was not the relaxing bath I had hoped on.'
