Firestone Hot Springs i always wanted to die clean and pretty

The smallness of Neverwinter Forest persisted, and what Kitsch once enjoyed now vexed her. She had appreciated the solitude during her convalescence, but the pearl was truly a social creature and, as her spirit began to perk up, so did her desire to socialize. The girl had been raised a socialite and rather enjoyed the duties that came with such a standard.  Ondine was nice, but scarce; there was a small boy running around and Kitsch had caught the scent of an unknown people – but they had not reached out to her first, so in the madonna’s mind, they were not worth her time.
 
But still, there was the voice in the back of her mind, softly reminding her they wouldn’t like you anyways and, for extra measure, chanted songs about her worthlessness.
 
So Kitsch ventured from the forest, but she never went far. She was overcome with worry that her directional sense would, yet again, forsake her and the wastrel would be separated from her angel of mercy, West. But the areas directly surrounding the forest held many wonders and they were actually quite near Teaghlaigh’s home, she discovered, though their scent was old. They appeared to have moved on without her – but it was no matter, as she had moved on too.
 
That day, the girl visited the hotsprings that sat directly to the east. It was a lovely spot, though the sulfuric scent of the groundwater was much too pervasive for her sensitive nose [for the first few minutes at least]; but Kitsch loved the way the waters soothed her tired muscles, relieving an ache that had never seemed to dissipate and letting her mind melt and mix together as if she were chocolate fondue in a double boiler. The relaxation she felt was reminiscent of the poppy, a want of which she couldn’t seem to rid herself of – and until West would share more of the medicine with her, the hot springs would have to do.

Kitsch waded into the pools up to her hollowed breast, held her breath as her body adjusted to the warmth and then sighed loudly, her entire body releasing it's tightness and slumped into the moving, heated waters. She was, somewhat, at peace.