Liora, the youngest, trailed behind, her eyes wide and curious. She stopped right in front of Sol, tilting her head.
"So..." she chirped, sniffing the air innocently. "Lifting stones makes the room smell like... warm? And strange?"
Sol forced a stiff smile. "It's a very intense technique, Liora. It heats the blood. The smell is... the weakness leaving the body."
Veyra, who had been the last to enter, snorted derisively as she closed the door behind her. She was the shortest of the three but packed the most attitude… lean, wiry, with eyes that seemed to constantly look for a fight.
"Weakness leaving the body?" she mocked, dropping a bundle of firewood near the pit. "Sounds like an excuse for not bathing. You smell like a rutting beast, Sol."
Sol shrugged, his eyes inadvertently tracking the sway of Veyra's waist as she bent down. Even in this primitive clothing… rough leathers and woven fabrics… the shapes of their bodies were undeniable.
