Yes, she finds the river

{if Wounds >= 1}Having found her horse, and tended to her shoulder, Vrasha finally managed to find the river. It was hard going, as her shoulder pained her with each movement, but that faded surprisingly swiftly, and by the time she saw it glittering in the distance, she was feeling a lot better. {else}After a lot of wandering, Vrasha finally managed to locate the river. As it turned out, memory was not the best guide when the memory you were using was four or five years old, but she found it in the end. {endif} It was a glittering river that ran all the way through the forest towards the distant shores, passing through several towns and villages as it did, It was no small river either; it was mighty and deep, the shallow side of to submerge up to the chest, and the deep centre enough to rise above your head. The water rumbled as it rushed, moving swiftly enough that some swimming skill was required.

The water was calm and transparent, and as she approached the side, Vrasha could see the stones ground smooth by the endless touch of the current. She looked around, seeking someone, but of course, there was no one for miles. She sighed, content and after finding somewhere to tether her horse, settled down to take her bath in peace.

Standing by the edge of the river, Vrasha could see her own reflection looking back at her. Her hair was dark and cut short, a practical affectation intended to allow her to survive in battle. Her skin was pale though, almost white, no matter how long she spent in the sun, and she knew she tended to burn easily. Her features were refined, a sign of her noble breeding, her gaze was patrician in nature. Her features noble in bearing. She had been told that she had a beauty that many women lacked, but she knew she only had it because she had been bred to have it. Like a dog or a horse, her family had been breeding for generations. Seeking refined traits. Good looks, pale skin. So she didn't consider it anything of value. After all, she had not earned it. Her face looked delicate, like some lady of the court, which was indeed what she had been intended to be. Her eyes though were striking, they were a deep green colour which she quite enjoyed.

She kicked off her shoes, and stood for a moment on the edge of the river. The water sputtered and danced, catching her naked feet and making her start due to the cold. It was freezing! Suddenly, the idea of going in there became a lot less pleasant. She looked at herself, reflected in the waters.

"What are you, a coward?" She chuckled. "Get into the river, girl."

She did as her reflection instructed. Firstly, she removed her leather top, unbuttoning it carefully, and breathing more freely as she cast it aside. it fell to the ground in her wake, and her naked skin shivered with release. Under it, her chest and shoulders were naked, but for the breast band, several lengths of thick clothe she used to protect herself from chaffing under the leather. Next, came away her leggings. they were thick, durable, and good travel ware, but for extended use, they tended to get hot, and she didn't like them all that much because of it. With fumbling hands, she pulled them off, casting them down by the top, and shivering as she felt the water's touch on her thighs and legs. For a moment, she stopped, and looked down at the river again. She was pale from head to toe, her skin was white as a sheet. Her muscles were well developed, years of wielding a blade had honed her body. It was not traditionally beautiful, she knew that well. She was too strong for that, her arms were not slender, though they were not massive or corded with muscle either. She was toned; her body was coiled and lethal. Poised at any moment to spring to the attack. It did mean she had a good figure though. There was not an ounce of wasted fat on her body. Her muscles were more pronounced than most women, though, and her breasts were fairly small due to the exercise which dominated her life.

She slowly reached behind her back, {f Wounds >= 1}wincing as her muscles pulled where the bear had struck her,{endif} and undid the knot on her breast band. Feeling the fabric slack and then fall to the ground, releasing her chest. Vrasha sighed in relief, eyeing herself in the water as she did. Her breasts were small, but delicate. Highly sensitive,. they would chaff if she didn't wear something between them and the armour. even so, that became kind of a bother as well after a few days of travel, and it felt good to finally just undo her top, and let them have some air. The cold air, and the touch of the bubbling droplets of water made Vrasha shudder as she felt them strike her bare chest. Slowly, she brought her hand up, stroking herself for a moment, and enjoying the feeling. Her touch was soft, not the demanding, blunt strokes that would be expected from such a warrior woman, but soft and slow. She closed her eyes, savouring the tingling sensation that came with each touch. Her mouth felt dry, and her lower self ached with desire. How long had it been since she had a chance to touch herself? Weeks, at least. She was a warrior, a symbol. She did not allow herself to do such things when she was with her forces.

She was now standing naked by the river. Naked that was, except for her loincloth. It was made of soft fabric, and bound together so that it was not open below. she took it in both hands, and shrugged it off slowly, standing naked in the light of the sun. The warm heat beat down upon her, contrasted by the shocking cold of the river upon whose bank she was standing. Her lower self was shaved, trimmed absolutely naked. Like the rest of her body, her mound was slim, with small lips. Her pussy was not prominent, and combined with her pale skin, this gave it a look of purity that her lovers seemed to admire. She didn't like it herself, though. It wasn't that she wanted to be seen as a woman who liked sex too much, but she also hated to be seen as some pure as snow virgin. She'd had experience, had lovers. She touched herself, and felt the rippling shocks of orgasm.

Her hand moved slowly to her lower lips, stroking them gently as her fingers pressed down upon her breasts. Desire beat in her heart, and she looked around. Still no one present. She wanted to sit down here, by the river, and please herself. The thought brought a smile to her face. Yes, that would be fun. To stroke and fondle her body, driving herself to climax again and again, far from anyone who would see.

"Later." She said, forcing herself to stop. "When you're not covered in sweat and dirt, girl. It's not exactly the most sexy thing in the world, you know. Now into the water, and that will cool you down for a while."

Vrasha stepped into the water, shivering at the crisp coldness. Then, suddenly, with no warning, she dove for the deep side of the river. The water roared up past her, and her whole body plunged into its freezing grasp. She shuddered at the touch of it, but came up a moment later, laughing and brushing her soaking hair with one hand to keep it away from her face. She laughed again, enjoying the burst of adrenaline that had come with the plunge.

Later, she could have all the dirty fun she wanted. But for now, she wanted to swim and to enjoy herself.

And for the next few hours, that was exactly what she did.