Nymph interlude (Afina)

[Anastasia]

"Certainly," Bubbles follows you in, and as you undress, "I'm thinking of some treasure hunting soon, once all this blows over. I'm going to need funds, darling. Are you interested in going?"

[Ebiris]

"I wouldn't mind, actually," Afina says, peeling off her frequently prestidigitationed white dress. "I was actually thinking for all the time I've spent touring the para-elemental planes to bolster Afame, I could have made enough money elsewhere to make a near-equivalent weapon from scratch. Wouldn't have had the same enlightenment so I don't begrudge it, but it's still there in the back of my mind."

[Anastasia]

"Then I'll get on it. I have some friends who can provide leads," Bubbles goes ahead and gets into the warm waters, up to her neck. "Probably on Water or related planes."

[Ebiris]

"Nothing wrong with that," Afina says, slipping into the water after Bubbles with nary a splash. There's no one else around so she doesn't mind floating up against Bubbles' side so they're touching but she won't be so rude to future bathers as to actually get frisky in the water. "I have some unfinished business to take care of when Jaela and Kascha get back, and might be needed for something else after that but then I'll have time."

Barring of course an unexpected crisis which would be fairly expected all told.

[Anastasia]

"I heard from the hydras that Surraruthru already found a hoard in the Crystal Reef Sea, so that's best skipped. I doubt we'll get so lucky there twice in a row." Bubbles sits back and closes her eyes, breathing in the steam. "Ice may do. There are places treasures have been long entombed, waiting for someone to unearth them."

[Ebiris]

"He made a fortune on that one, I heard," Afina agrees, it having been what she was thinking of when comparing the investment of time she put into Afame. "Wouldn't mind going back to Ice again, though."

[Anastasia]

"I'll see what I can find," Bubbles promises, "Honey, so long as we keep our clothes on there."

[Ebiris]

"That's fully on you," Afina giggles, nudging Bubbles' arm. "Make sure it's nowhere with one of those gear-stripping portals. Although if you could find out where they all put the stolen items you'd be rich."

[Anastasia]

"I know someone who stumbled on what may have been that, sweetie," Bubbles smiles with nostalgia, "A free falling mass of items and treasure in the Astral. Came on it by dumb luck. Auguries suggested it was something like that, or a bag of holding that went wrong."

[Ebiris]

"The astral's a good place for finding strange random things like that," Afina nods. "But there's always the worry that you'd go do that and then come out to find you'd been at it for decades without noticing. Not an issue normally, but with the Crusade to look after..." Of course she'd probably get a Sending long before anything went critical, but the timelessness just makes one worry what they could be missing out on.

[Anastasia]

"There's a disease...mmm, no. A malfunction." Bubbles days, "People who spend too long on the Astral lose the ability to understand the flow of time once they leave it. They go quite mad unless they return to the Astral, sugar. Fortunately it's rare and only the result of a lengthy visit."

[Ebiris]

"Aren't the planes wonderful?" Afina giggles. "Speaking of we should probably relocate off Elysium soon before anyone decides they don't want to leave. I'll go handle that later."

[Anastasia]

"Oh, they're just wonderful, darling," Bubbles matches your giggle. "Don't you think?"

[Ebiris]

"Mmm," she makes an agreeable sound. "So what've you been doing lately, anyway?" Afina asks, having mined out that particular vein of conversation.

[Anastasia]

"Making dresses," Bubbles says, "Also, I have a new one for you to try, you'll just love it."