Others show up as well, the first girl giving her a smile and the second man offering a name. ”Weaver,” she says with a pleasant enough smile, though it’s not her usual mischievous grin, but rather something polite and tame. She offers her name loud enough for both Jigano and the girl who she assumes must be Evie to hear, before turning her attention to Loren who sets them on their tasks. She is relieved and a bit shocked when he takes on the ningo’s, remembering the fiasko that was the Arcane Academy. Somehow Zariah had managed to do no work that Weaver had seen, but at least Loren was willing to help out with something he wanted done. Not that his work looked like work, but whatever, she assumes he’s doing something.
Weaver heads off to start cleaning, tossing her cloak out of the way before she gets started. First, she strips the linens, which were old and useless. As a native Halovian, she was pretty used to finding a use for almost everything, though there was not much the sheets would be good for at this point besides dusting. She tears a few pieces, tossing the rest of the sheets into a corner to be collected and thrown away or burned when she is done.
Finding the cleaning supplies Loren had gathered, she sets to work dusting, using the supplies he’d gathered and the rags from the linens. She starts at the top, climbing on furniture as needed to reach the higher up fixtures, and works down, keeping the rag a little wet so she doesn’t just send dust everywhere. When she’s done dusting, she moves on to the floor, sweeping and mopping and occasionally scrubbing at particularly dirty spots on her hands and knees. Pieces of hair stick to her slightly damp neck as she works, and she is thankful for her customary braid which keeps most of her hair out of her way.
Once she’s satisfied that everything is clean and sparkling, she remakes the beds with the fresh linens Loren had provided. Surprisingly, she knows how to fold a pretty nice hospital corner, and she tucks the sheets in as neatly as one might hope for an infirmary. When she finishes, she goes to collect the old linens, looking over to Loren and waiting for him to look less concentrate-y to ask where he’d like the garbage.
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Weaver strips the beds, dusts, mops, and then puts new linens on the bed. She’s currently holding the old crappy linens waiting for Loren to not look like he’s concentrating to ask where he wants the trash.
Weaver heads off to start cleaning, tossing her cloak out of the way before she gets started. First, she strips the linens, which were old and useless. As a native Halovian, she was pretty used to finding a use for almost everything, though there was not much the sheets would be good for at this point besides dusting. She tears a few pieces, tossing the rest of the sheets into a corner to be collected and thrown away or burned when she is done.
Finding the cleaning supplies Loren had gathered, she sets to work dusting, using the supplies he’d gathered and the rags from the linens. She starts at the top, climbing on furniture as needed to reach the higher up fixtures, and works down, keeping the rag a little wet so she doesn’t just send dust everywhere. When she’s done dusting, she moves on to the floor, sweeping and mopping and occasionally scrubbing at particularly dirty spots on her hands and knees. Pieces of hair stick to her slightly damp neck as she works, and she is thankful for her customary braid which keeps most of her hair out of her way.
Once she’s satisfied that everything is clean and sparkling, she remakes the beds with the fresh linens Loren had provided. Surprisingly, she knows how to fold a pretty nice hospital corner, and she tucks the sheets in as neatly as one might hope for an infirmary. When she finishes, she goes to collect the old linens, looking over to Loren and waiting for him to look less concentrate-y to ask where he’d like the garbage.
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Weaver strips the beds, dusts, mops, and then puts new linens on the bed. She’s currently holding the old crappy linens waiting for Loren to not look like he’s concentrating to ask where he wants the trash.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
