I think I was either making Calico uncomfortable or scaring him a bit because he soon excused himself from the guestroom, I had noticed when I said something the fur of his tail and ears fluffed up a little in that way that happens to cats when they’re startled or scared of something to make themselves look larger. I sighed as the door closed behind him, when aren’t I scaring people?

              I set my bag to the side as I walked over to one of the archways beside the fireplace and looked inside, giant closet…I stepped through the other into a very large and elaborate bathroom; marble floor and sleek stone walls, large window with purple tinted glass, double sick with the top a solid block of smokey quartz with massive hewn smooth geodes as the basins themselves with filigree taps and handles, filigree framed mirror with milk-glass lights above, a huge shower with a teal tinted glass front and tiled in silver, not mirror, but actual silver, multiple showerheads above and to the sides and a massive tub that looked to have been carved out of a massive chunk of I’m guessing rose quartz, vaguely egg-shaped and the lights above showed the translucent quality of the pink stone, bronze filigree tap and handles and similar elements. The sheer fact that there were bathroom fixtures that had been carved out of gemstones would make most people see it as gaudy or tacky, but I was just kind of numb to those things because all I could think about was having a hot shower.

              Maybe it was because of the resistance to heat and fire that us hellkin have, but the water of the shower just didn’t seem to get hot enough, even when it got to the point that anyone else would be suffering intense burns to their skin…it wasn’t hot enough for me to feel…truly clean. I couldn’t stop scrubbing my skin till it was stinging and raw, my bright red complexion does make it awkward though because I can’t stop when my skin is red because it already is. I ran my hands through my hair as I took the band out of it, it fell to my shoulder with a heavy thump as I started running my nails through it over and over to break up the knots and tangles, each pass of my fingers making it hang lower and lower down my person till there were no tangles left. I stood directly under the showerhead, looking up into it as the scalding hot water felt lukewarm to me, the water tinted gray as it poured off my hair and body. The scent of the products and things were nice; minty and soft, but I have never really had the option to be picky about the scents of things or the quality of products I use; for the majority of the time I spent running…I was keeping clean with magic, the only time I could wash myself properly being when I found a large enough body of water or it started raining.

              I was so relieved when I stepped out of the shower that when I wrapped myself in a towel, I almost started crying because…I felt a bit like a person again. When I stepped out of the large bathroom though, there was a robe of some kind on the coffee table. I sat on one of the armchairs as I picked it up a little, there was a note folded on the table too, a very swirly, ornate script adorned the paper. It essentially was Calico telling me that dinner was almost ready and that he wanted to talk to me about getting me some proper clothing, getting my hoofs looked at and various things of that sort. I set the letter down as I looked at one of my hoofs because of my sheer lack of shoes and years of walking on rough ground, my hoofs were pretty even and I try to keep them cleared out as best I can, but they’re also as rough looking as the usage they’ve been put through. Oddly though…he didn’t mention my horns. As I thought of that, I absent-mindedly reached up to one of them, not having to reach far as I softly wrapped my hand around the point of one of them, the texture like a low grit sandpaper because of their texture and their points extremely sharp and not worn down or capped like others like me I have seen, sharp enough I’ve accidently pricked myself on them I don’t know how many times.

              I dried myself off as I used the towel to roughly dry my hair and person before I wrapped myself up in the robe he gave me, it hit my ankles and felt what I could only guess was silk, I’ve never owned anything silk, so I could only guess what it was, dark green and patterned with gold paisley. I used my old hair-tie to hold my hair back as I braided it down my front, having to pull some of it up because when entirely loose like this…my hair is all, but at my ankles; I’ve tried to cut my own hair, but I’ve just been too nervous about accidently hurting myself and…well, hair, skin or nails can be used as a focus for tracking magic so there was part of me worried about leaving my hair anywhere or pose the risk of being the focus of a scry spell or other tracking magic, so…I’ve just never got my hair. I paused before stepping out of the room, twiddling with my hair as I kept the robe as closed as I could, my senses now occupied by the smell of…whatever Calico was cooking which made my stomach growl intensely as I paused at the top of the stairs before making my way down. The sound of my hoofs echoed on the stairs loud enough to make me start feeling a little self-conscious, but it might just be because of the lack of sound dampening things like rugs or carpeting as I made my way down into the foyer. Dressed in this robe and walking down the stairs of the foyer…I didn’t feel like myself; I’ve never been in this kind of environment, I never have worn something like this robe…I felt like a doll or something; made up and dressed strangely for the sake of appearances.