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Training vigorously was something that Tengu was far too used to. Pushing her body to it's limits and building it back up from the broken mess was a task she actually enjoyed, but it seemed she had reached a point in which her vessel was beginning to break down. How often she found herself forgetting to take it easy from time to time, and so she would take full advantage of her time off by visiting Orchidia's hot spring.
It wasn't often that Tengu came to the land of Orchidia, but when she did her first must see was the hot spring. Something about those bubbling, sulfur filled waters just knew how to work every kink out of her muscle fibers.
Tengu was no weakling, but even she knew full well that everyone has their limits. So with her nude body covered by a pelt crafted from a brown bear her beloved had slain, Tengu would meander into the room that housed the large pool of steaming water. Her gemstone colored eyes surveying the waters she lusted to dip into, eagerly awaiting it's embrace.
The hot spring was empty for now, good, she liked it when she had a moment to herself in the springs. Letting the mists dance around her as she cleared her mind and allowed aching muscles to relax from the surrounding warmth, it was serene. So with silence Tengu would remove her pelt allowing her feet to nibble at the surface of the massaging pools, furrowing her lip to a satisfied smirk while moaning in exaltation; slowly sliding to sitting position in the water. Letting the warmth kiss sensual ivory toned derma.
Taking a deep breath and releasing the air from her nose, all while readjusting herself into an entirely comfortable slouch. This movement would cause a light splashing to be heard under the bubbles constantly popping and rolling along the waters surface from the heat that fueled it. Aside from the fact that her bosom was now floating up freely to bounce along the waters surface as well, she was unashamed and simply focused on letting her hair down from it's ponytail. Soothing her scalp as long strands of off black played in the waters, she would close her eyes and tilt her head back.
Letting the warmth consume her worries while the waters kneaded her aching structure akin to fine dough.