In the modern world, one might pamper and powder and preen about in their own bathrooms. After all, some were known as powder rooms for a reason! But on Pern, those amenities did not exist. And though Adair had her own weyr with her own little area to doll up to the best of her abilities with the supplies at hand (which weren't much save for a brush and a salve for dry skin), the blond took great pains to make sure she beautied herself in as much a public setting as possible.
Which was here, in the public baths.
She was humming to herself. Draped in nothing more than a towel to cover her more sensitive bits, Adair used a piece of reflective glass to guide her hands, carefully applying a thick layer of mud - yes, actual wed dirt from outside - about her pale cheeks and jaw.
"Just a test run," she allowed herself to utter, pausing in her tune-making. "Darling, we should try this on you as well."
She could feel Alsetth's shrug even though the green was nowhere near enough to actually be seen. Looks itchy. I can feel your skin crawl as it dries. No thank you. The sun is beneficial enough to my youthful hide.
"Hmm." Adair lifted her chin, toying with dabbling some on her neck. "Oh its absolutely mind-numbing with irritation, but prettiness doesn't come with a little bit of discomfort, my dear!"