No Boys Allowed!!

"Eh? What do you mean I still have to wear it? Don't you know that-"

"Forgive me, Your Highness! I know that Zora aren't accustomed to wearing such garments, but I'm afraid rules are rules, and I must respectfully ask that you follow them."

Rularu let out an annoyed sigh as she looked on at the nervous attendant, but relented, as she was simply doing her job. "Very well. I suppose I can make do with it for now." She says in a graceful tone, though deep down, she couldn't help but wonder why she was here. Well, she knew exactly why she was here; it was because Marianne invited her, and Rularu has the willpower of a Chu whenever it comes to Marianne.

That said, she was somewhat failing to see the appeal of the hot springs themselves. She knew most of the other races loved them, but what was so special about them? It was just hot water, right? She spends most of her life in water, and personally, she'd rather it be in cooler waters; after all, Zoras aren't exactly known for their heat tolerance. It was only when Marianne insisted that it would help with the injuries she sustained in the Lakebed Temple that she finally relented. Although they ended up not being too severe, she still took quite the beating, and she was still rather sore even now. If these hot springs are as wonderful as they say, then maybe it was worth a shot.

Thus, after cleaning herself off and changing into the tunic, she made her way into the bathing area, where she immediately spotted a couple familiar faces and a couple not-so-familiar faces. Of course, there was Marianne, the sole reason for her being there, to whom she offered a small smile and a wave. And then she spotted Selene, whom she'd met at the Lakebed Temple. As much as she would have liked to, she never got the chance to sit down and get to know her, so this seemed like it'd be a good chance for that. "Miss Merrows...it's good to see you again. I pray that your last two weeks have been less...harrowing than our foray into the temple."

Then she spotted Phoebe. She'd never met her in person, but she's heard many great things about her, and she recognized her based on physical descriptions she'd heard. And then she saw her arms, her heart sinking. She saw the report from the Goron Mines; though they succeeded in their goal, their victory was a pyrrhic one. Not only was Phoebe herself severely injured, but the Goron Chief's protegee, Dormagoro, gave his life to ensure the others' safe escape. She never had the pleasure of meeting him in person, but for someone to be willing to make such a sacrifice; she could only assume he must have been a good man. But this was supposed to be a time of relaxing and recuperation, not grieving.

As such, she approached the blonde woman with a smile. "You are Phoebe Arkwright, I presume. I am Rularu Groupan, the heir to the throne of the Zora people. I've heard much about you, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." After that greeting was out of the way, she then turned to Talutah...and proceeded to draw a total blank on who she was. Perhaps either one of the others had invited her, though her nervous and awkward disposition seemed to imply otherwise. Well, the woman's presence didn't particularly bother her one way or the other, so she remained quiet, figuring she'd let the others decide whether or not she could stay.

'Relaxation'.

Letia couldn't... really call it a foreign concept to her. Not as such. Obviously she'd spent... some downtime as a child doing so, so much as to not make it a foreign concept. Nowadays, though? The Rito was busy with transporting a few things up to her little island all herself, along with some friends to help. She was busy overseeing some of the buildings being put together, trying to deal at least a little with food situations and the like, whenever someone could grab her straying mind. She was busy with what was getting ever closer to a skyship that wouldn't pop its core, or crash, or falter.

She was just... busy.

So why was everyone saying she had to come here specifically? There had to be... better spots, right...?

"Alright, a-alright. Just... for a bit, okay? Then you can stop getting on me about it..." she'd submitted to a friend who happened to know of this place down in 'Kakariko', a town apparently in ruin not long ago. For her, though, that wasn't really the concern. It was instead the slightly dazed following of the apparent rules, from the washing up before stepping in, or the 'tunic' they were to wear in the meanwhile. The slight flinch and mumble when her talons slowly sunk into the water, her gaze trying to avert from it at all costs without ending up slipping.

Were it not for that, there'd likely have been greetings to be made of a few faces she recognized... though she had to admit, the warmth was kind of nice, as she sunk a little into it. If it had only not taken such a form, that would have been much nicer...