Ladies Night!

The large fae didn't object to Scylla joining her and the pair settled into a bit of silence as they acclimated both to the temperature of the water and to one another's presence. As though the gods had chosen their course, a third woman came to join in. She was a pretty thing, all crimson and horns. Soon, the trio was settled within the water of the spring, soaking up the beneficial nutrients and simply enjoying their time together.

As the pair spoke to one another, Scylla reached for her pack. She hadn't been planning for a party, but she was always prepared for one. Extracting a small stone crock from her satchel, the smallest of the trio flashed her grey and blue gaze at the others. "Do you mind a bit of fun?" Removing the lid, she stretched out one slender leg, her dexterous digits holding the stonework steady as she offered it to the pair to smell.

The brew within the crock was thick and pale. It smelled lightly of rain and sea salt with the barest hint of sandalwood at the back end. Without waiting for an answer, Scylla dipped her paws below the surface of the heated water. She swished the container about, allowing the warmth of the water to emulsify the substance so that it could be evenly distributed into the spring. Swishing her paws beneath the water prompted bubbles to form and rise to the top. Nice, fragrant, soapy little bubbles. They'd be getting clean today in their very own bubble bath.

Scylla had been listening all the while and had caught both names given. Her own name was requested and, now that her task was finished, Scylla placed the crock out into dry ground before settling back against the edge of the spring. "Enyo, Danaerys, good to meet you," she spoke sweetly. "I am Scylla Klein, Sovereign of Obscura." Again she reached into her pack, this time pulling out a small skein of a surprise substance that swished about secretly within. "So, are we here for a good time or shall we behave?" Pulling the cork with her teeth, the striped fae tilted her head back and took a nice swig of the tasty brew within. All the while her gaze remained locked on a pair of golden eyes peering out of the foliage.

"Scylla Klein"