Firestone Hot Springs cold air; hot water

she lingered betwixt the pools, the warmth a balm to tired muscles. the desire to sink into one of the pools was great, despite the stench of sulfur; but she knew she would only regret it when it came time to leave the water behind. no, she would be satisfied with drifting between the pools, half-hidden by the steam they threw up. 

she becomes aware of the other woman easily enough; she is a shadow among the fog, wavering at the edge of the pool. the wraith pauses where she is, watching lazily. she is unwilling to head near, nor reveal her presence quite yet, curious to watch for a moment. when she is content with her observations does she allow an easy, "hail," to slip from her maw, remaining fixed as she watches the woman.