Washing away Regret
Idhrenaura slowly donned the soft linen garment cherishing the feel of new fabric against her skin. The lightweight underdress reminded her of the dresses she had once worn, when she had still been in line for the throne, when the name Numenya did not hurt so sharply, before she had taken on the name Idhrenaura. That was the past though, and as she took up the offer for a tub of hot water in which to bathe, she slowly began to wash away layers of sorrow and hurt that had become like a second skin for her. Scrubbing beneath the privacy of the new shift, Numenya gradually began to feel her spirit lift and the faint traces of a smile reach her face. When at last the weeks' worth of dust and grime had been scrubbed off, Idhrenaura began to at last pull on the remainder of the new garments that the inkeep's wife had sewn for her. Though this day was like any other day, it would be a new start, a first step on a new journey with little reminder of what had happened before.