<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4IMACbt.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucrezia of Beauclair<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kaer Morhen - Bedroom ------> Bath house<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Bellatrix<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Red & gold brocade robe<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The day had been more than it needed to be. Conor's return seemed to have set off something, it changed the entire tone around the castle. Mead in the middle of the day and the sort of drama one only found where there Sorceresses & Witchers or sixteen year old squires & ladies. The boy was a six foot tall cinnamon bun and for all of his naive desires he had somehow become the center of such dramatics. Truth be told Lucrezia was not entirely sure who to blame but lay it out in plenty she would. Well if it didn't calm down within the very near future at least.<em>Very near</em>.<br/><br/>When she heard the distinctive knock on the door she arched an eyebrow towards the source. Bellatrix had arrived. Rising from her perch the full length of her robe unfolded to the ground and she swept across the stone floor until and eventually a hand emerged from under a drooping sleeve. Though she was not naked under her robe (and she could tell her dear sister of the lodge was the very moment the door opened) the robe did not the less feature what may have been called a severe plunging neckline. Generally she may have worn some golden necklace with a burning ruby to bring attention somewhat higher but it seemed an awful waste as they were only going to the underground baths.<br/><br/>"<strong>Very ready my darling, lets go.</strong>" she wasted no time. "<strong>But I'm rather sure you've shown me all of that before.</strong>" Despite all the drama of the day she could not stop a smile from breaking out on her face. This was perhaps her favourite part of a day, her trips to the baths with Bella were not rare. What they were however was a chance to sit comfortably, to let tension melt away under hot water. To enjoy some conversation and otherwise appreciate relative peace & quiet. "<br/><br/>The descent into the bowels of the castle was not rushed for all her eagerness to be there. The night was going nowhere and they would not be disturbed. The baths were Lucrezia's own brain child. The Castle had not wanted for storage space to say the very least and when the building was being renovated and brought up to standard she had set aside all the storage space they had required. The largest room to be used after all of that was put to a better use. Dwarves were brought in, the room was converted and Lucrezia had herself a bath that could easily accommodate two dozen people. Not that it had ever seen anything close to that number. The Witchers themselves were strictly forbidden. This was not public. It was for the Sorceresses and even then the Countess of Toussaint was protective about it.<em>Violently</em><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Baths</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://timeslipsblog.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/lagertha-and-ecbert-are-getting-quite-relaxed-with-each-other.jpg)</div></div></div><br/>"<strong>I don't know what that little stunt you played today was but it was a <em>mistake</em> and it should not be repeated.</strong>" Lucrezia never threatened Bellatrix, they were much too friendly for that. She may have aggressively advised something on occasion however. "<strong>We are too few and our enemies too many. Any crack could be the undoing of our foundations.</strong>" the words echoed ever so slightly as the Sorceress stepped into her beloved bath house. A pair of fingers took hold of an imaginary thread on her robe and they gave it a pull, as if undoing a seam. Sure enough within a moment she was holding a glowing blue thread, translucent if someone looked closely enough. The thread seemed to spread throughout her robe, dissolving the entire outfit into a magical glow and revealed the smooth, pale skin below. The robe, her velvet shoes and cambric underthings became naught.<br/><br/>With that out of the way she turned her attention to the room about them. Her center fingers on one hand crossed over, both perched on her thumb, external fingers pointing out as much as she could. "<strong>Ligean solas ann.</strong>" her voice took on that quality that made it sound like there was three of her, that incantation voice. Braziers came to life and gave the room a soft orange glow before the same hand turned towards the currently empty bath. "<strong>A dhéanamh chomh fliuch is mo dheirfiúracha</strong>" It started to fill with water. "<strong>Agus chomh te mar tá mé</strong>" Hot water. Very hot water.<br/><br/>Bare feet carried her to the far side of the bath before she started to step in, perching her bottom on the shaped stone running the inside of the bath that provided seating. Slowly but surely the water rose and started to cover her form. "<strong>Well come on then, you had something to show me my darling.</strong>"<br/><br/><br/><br/>