Chapter 215: Interlude - Bridget and Darlae - Part 1
A gentle purr rose from the table where Bridget was presently lying on her stomach. She was enjoying the relaxing splendor of a massage from the catkin woman above her, the little beans on her fingers reaching just right into every sore spot and knot after months of travel.
Nyandor was as close of a place to paradise as a cat-lover like her could be. There were colorful catfolk of all stripes, spots, and calicos, and she just adored all the little cat-themed places there were to visit.
Darlae, meanwhile, was out in the massage parlor’s rock garden, sneezing up a storm.
As the latest tempestuous round of sneezes subsided, she slid the door open and walked back in, her robe doing little to hide the warrior elf’s long legs.
"Ugh... I swear I wasn’t allergic in college..."
"It’s been at least a century since we were last attending the Academy, Dar. If there’s one thing I’ve learned as a witch, it’s that bodies change over time."
"Yeah. Yours just gets sexier," Darlae quipped back, which would have sounded better had she not been red-eyed and congested. "I think I might go back to the inn. Think I can get a refund on the massage?"
"No refund," the catkin woman who had tried massaging Darlae unsuccessfully for the half hour prior to her sneezing fit said. She’d been leaning on the wall smoking a pipe while Darlae got fresh air.
Darlae cast her a baleful glare, and the catkin currently massaging Bridget sighed. "Sister, I think it would only be fair to give half their coin back." She shot her sister a look that Bridget very much recognized as the "Don’t piss off the giant elf!" look; universal to many who dealt with Darlae.