บท 71: scrolls

Amid the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the translucent walls of their quarters, the team prepared in silence. Alariel and Celene moved in sync, heading to the bathing chambers without exchanging words, a routine born from familiarity. The warm water cascaded down as they bathed together, the steam rising and swirling like mist in the dimly lit room. Alariel, her long golden hair damp against her back, seemed lost in thought, while Celene, with her raven hair slicked back, occasionally glanced her way, sensing the tension but not breaking the quiet. They finished swiftly, stepping out and drying themselves, their movements deliberate, almost ritualistic.