It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
“Sorry, no water magic here,” Wessex says with a slight shrug in response to Arialla’s request. “The best I can do is having our shadows help.” Gesturing to her own useful counterpart, who is on its way to grab the mop and bucket, she offers the young woman a look that quite clearly means just say the word and her shadow can be a helpful little minion too. Before now, she’s always done cleanup the good ol’ fashioned way, by putting a little bit of elbow grease into it. Which she does now, with her shadow spilling the water where needed and the Wraith leaning hard on the mop. Hopefully it’s enough to make some sort of progress on the mess of the floor.
The truth is that there’s a kind of meditation in this work; the swish of the water, the movement of the mopping, getting more water. It’s predictable and that’s… nice.
The truth is that there’s a kind of meditation in this work; the swish of the water, the movement of the mopping, getting more water. It’s predictable and that’s… nice.
