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Caylim sat in the marble tub, the clear water washing over her body. It was always important to clean oneself before being in the company of the humans. The goddess shuddered at the idea of them seeing her with greasy hair and muddy feet.

The smell of jasmine wafted into her nose and she sank into its sent. All flowers bloomed during the day, releasing their scent into the world. To be enjoyed by all. Except for jasmine. A beautiful flower that only bloomed at night, under the moon's watchful gaze. Caylim surrounded herself in it, giving her a piece of the moon even on the sunniest of days.

After a good long soak, Caylim climbed out of the tub, immediately donning a long dress with beads coming off the shoulder straps. She pulled a headband around her forehead, letting her wavy locks take the shape they chose.

Takira was still not ready. Probably crying in her tub, trying to clean her feet. They were always dirty from her adventures in the forests. Caylim stood in the hall between their rooms and waited.