Obsidian returned to the newly-discovered pool on her own the next day, intent on luxuriating in the waters once again. Her Orc doctrine of embracing adversity did allow for occasional harmless indulgences. One vice she had really enjoyed back in Zhaka was frequent baths, and if she could recreate that at least in part here, she intended to.
She had left Glaive and Ishen back at the camp, while she took a circuitous route to check the snares she had set up. She wanted to see what, if any, creatures this island held besides snakes and birds. Nothing had turned up yet, but that might change as time went on. Catching a migrating wyvern or a turtle could make for a tasty meal.
She was just making her way to the pool when the soft sounds of giggling made her pause. Glaive?
It was joined by a more masculine laugh. Ishen as well. Obsidian held still, listening. The two must have snuck off here as soon as she left camp to have some illicit fun. The warrior reasoned she should turn around and head back to give them privacy. Yet she hesitated as their laughter resounded, along with splashing. Glaive’s embrace and nibbling of her neck the day before was still fresh in her mind, and made her heart quicken every time she thought of it.