carefully padding through the spa and toward the sauna, triss was careful to hold her towel in place. she’d never been a modest woman before, at least, not before the fire that’d left her chest scarred and disfigured ( or so she remembered it ). supposedly, she should have had the powers to magically and instantly wash the scars away, but despite the dream-like memories she’d recovered upon arrival in this place, it didn’t feel even remotely plausible to her. her mind far too focused on staying covered up, and the ridiculous notion she might be able to wipe those scars away, she didn’t even realize she was on a collision course with anyone until it was far too late, crashing bodies with a familiar face, messy crimson bun falling loose in the process. instinctively, she reached out to make sure the other girl wouldn’t fall, but by some miracle she managed to hang on to her towel. it did slip, though, revealing scars she didn’t have the last time she remembered crossing paths with the ashen-haired young woman. “fancy seeing you here,” she joked, pulling her towel back up to her collar and hoping the marred tissue had gone unnoticed. @cfcynics
