I will still be here, stargazing
Needing a fresh breath of air, Iskra poked his head out of the room and gasped. This gave the debris time to settle and after a few moments of breathing outside Iskra ducked back into the room, ready to find...something worthwhile of his efforts. Instead, he found he'd nearly made it worse. Swearing under his breath and gritting his teeth he tossed the broom to the side, opting for a mop and water bucket instead. He'd been too rushed to notice some already present moisture which had sapped all the dust into a filthy slurry. Grabbing the mop handle and swirling it around until it was only damp rather than soaked, he set to work mopping the tops of the walls, knowing everything nasty would drip down, so no point starting low.
Meanwhile, Goose stopped his pacing and sat, still fixated on the ningo. Every so often he'd silently bite at the air, unclear if it was a silet bark or an attempt at eating the bird. The two appeared equally matched in intelligence.
Meanwhile, Goose stopped his pacing and sat, still fixated on the ningo. Every so often he'd silently bite at the air, unclear if it was a silet bark or an attempt at eating the bird. The two appeared equally matched in intelligence.
Iskra
