Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
With the drawers in place, Maea accepted the new task with a quiet nod. Disappearing out for a moment she returned with two buckets, a brush and a dust pan. Starting by clearing out old ashes and cobweb, she went to work with soapy water and brush to erase months of old grime.
It was dirty work. Her habit of swiping loose hair from her face left her with streaks of soot and dirt smeared across forehead and cheeks, but the didn't seem to notice or care. By the time she was done, the soapy water had turned black as the Lake and her knees ached from kneeling on the floor for so long. The fireplace looked good though.
"I'm done. What's next?" she wondered, after clearing away the utensils.
CinderMaea cleans the fireplace.
It was dirty work. Her habit of swiping loose hair from her face left her with streaks of soot and dirt smeared across forehead and cheeks, but the didn't seem to notice or care. By the time she was done, the soapy water had turned black as the Lake and her knees ached from kneeling on the floor for so long. The fireplace looked good though.
"I'm done. What's next?" she wondered, after clearing away the utensils.
CinderMaea cleans the fireplace.
Maea
