by Will Stanton » Tue Apr 30, 2024 6:13 am
Slipping into a mud bath was a decent starting point for comparison. There's a bit of resistance at first, the clay pushing back against Miriam's weight, but a little bit of pressure is enough for Miriam to break the surface and slide a foot in, the clay sliding up her toes and slowly rising up as she carefully lowered herself down. The clay sort of molded itself to the contours and curves of Miriam's body, buoying her up in the cauldron.
She didn't feel a bottom, at least, not right away. But the clay got more viscous and dense as she sank in, making it harder to go any deeper, serving as a sort of temporary bottom and making it difficult to accidentally sink in.
Unlike a mud bath, the clay was warm -- presumably from the fire roaring underneath it -- and smooth, without the grittyness or granularity you might find in mud. It also presented a sort of tingling sensation, sort of like tiny sparks of electricity dancing beneath the her skin. Not in an overwhelming or intense way -- more of a gentle wave of warmth and exhilaration.