Red hair, long legs, slim waists and flat breasts. A bright pink tunic, breeches and yellow undergarments topped off with gaudy jewelry, boots and a cap. An unused sword at her waist and charms and trinkets dangling off of her body.
Zelgadiss loved her slight curves, her angry demeanor, her swift walk, the way she screamed a spell in the midst of battle.
Three years they had been friends. Two years they had been courting. One year they had been apart. The letter came at dawn.
It held only three words. Come to me. Yet he knew where to go, where to find her. That dinky old inn they met in, the room she generally destroyed.
Zelgadiss was so close to the inn, he could see it. He quickly picked up the pace.
He walked in, heading straight to the room where Lina talked to him so profusely, ready to drive him bankrupt. He cracked open the door, seeing slight rays of dancing sunlight. Another crinkly sheet of parchment laid on the clean bed.
The baths. The words sent shiver down his stony spine. He walked to the private baths and pulled out the only available basket when getting undressed. Another note. Three.
Zelgadiss quickly stripped and wrapped a towel loosely around his blue waist. He creaked open this door also to see the red head, leaning casually against the wall of the tub, near the step.
The tub came to her shoulders, making her look like a simple child but Zelgadiss knew better. She left her chest completely exposed, a towel barely covering her hips and below. She smiled at Zelgadiss, dropped her towel, and got in.
"Aren't you coming?" she asked coyly as he stood there with a look of pure confusion on his turquoise face.
He nodded, climbed the step, dropped his towel, and climbed in, close to Lina.
"Now, isn't that better?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she placed two dainty hands on his cheeks, brushing hair out of his eyes with her thumbs.
She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on those stone cold lips and felt like she had been swallowed whole.