Phoixix beò.

The sound of chattering mages around her told her what was to come before she could say anything. Well, it wasn't like this was something to be shocked about. Her magic was far more dangerous than anything else while being the element of fire. The red-haired mage slowly moved from her bunk made out of wood. Quietly, her bare feet tiptoed over the stone-cold floor toward her closed door. Her hand pressed slightly on the wooden frame and pushed only just so her head could peer out into the hallway curiously.

Baby blue eyes blinked owlishly, finding hazel across the hall for a second. The blushed and quickly walked past the door belonging to the one and only Scarlet Amell.

Scarlet snorted at the curly-haired man and shook her head. Returning to the room and closing the door, she began to search for some things in the dim lighting and ventured into her make-shift bathroom before setting them on a wooden chair. The mage waved her hand over the torches lightly, fire coming out of the wooden item on each side of the wall. The room itself was small and roomy, a square room with a single basin with water in the right-hand corner. Spare rags sitting on a wooden shelf, with a mirror sitting down beside it. Nothing much, but whatever the mage could use to clear herself was there with a wooden bath and bucket to pour water on her.

In an effort to get water into the wooden bath. First, she filled the bucket and poured it into the water cold, before coming back to it her hands pressed on the top of the water. Her heart-shaped face reflecting in the water with her button nose and bright eyes staring back at her.

'Okay, focus...' She thought, brow furrowing when her magic flowed from deep inside of her chest. Casting warmth over those small hands, the water beneath began bubbling from the warmth and boiled to a temperature she could bear to bath in. The effort took it's a toll on her, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead before falling into the water. "That should do it." The mage said to herself with a tired smile her hands pulled back from it.

The magic always took some focus and effort to pull out. While she dueled with other people more than half of the mages are scare of her fire magic. In understanding, she still had the time to work on that and use it before it could become easier to cast them. Scarlet hummed a happy tune and walked to a chair, before tugging off the white nightgown upon her person and throwing it in a basket not far from the chair.

With that done she got to work sliding into her bath. Releasing a quiet hiss when her legs met the water, though it wasn't too bad for her to slid all the way in and settle herself. Dumping water over herself with a bucket before she scrubbed herself with some rose oil she made. To the side, laid a brush which she used to rub that into her skin before washing it off with another water fill in the bucket. The same with her hair, the red strands sticking to her face.

"Mage!" A voice shouted loudly through her door, the steam from her other room most likely preventing the Templar from grabbing her. "Its time for your harrowing, move it. No dallying!"

Scarlet face scrunched up in distaste. "Hold on, don't rush a lady in her bath!" She snapped back, the steam flaring out of the room. Earning a surprised yelp from outside her lips curled with satisfaction. 'Serves you right'. She cheered on herself for making him fall back.

Regardless of her act she did stand from the bath and stepped out while grabbing a towel to wrap around herself and dry her hair. Warily, she walked over to her main room and saw no templar waiting so she walked in and finished drying herself up. The circle never gained much in the way of food or belongings unless you turned into a senior or newly trained mage, only then could one go out and see the world for a short while. Finding a single chest she pulled out some garments to slip on herself first, a spare left in the lone chest for her to change into before the challenge ahead of her.