Date Posted:17:07:57 09/07/02 Sat Author: Hyacinth/Shamae Subject: Sighs and rises.
She had noted the dusty condition of the Stores, and decided to sort through the stuff and see what should be thrown out. She rummaged around until she found a soft, old cloth and entered the main storge room, flipping the cover from the glows, she gasped at it's condition, the rolld up her sleeves and set to work, making large piles here and there, "unusable", "oil", "clothing" "food", and "pots and bowls" were just a few of the piles that continued to grow rapidly. Eventually, after hours 0of careful dusting and sorting, everything was in a pile, the shelves were dusted, and all that was left to do was find a place for everything. The golden flit, which had been at the doorway watching, offering assistance whenever she could, swooped down and took perch on her shoulder when she pause. Hya absently reached up to relieve the initant itch, the set to work, placing the variety of scented oils togther near the door, figuring they would be frequently needed, the foods went up next, then the clothing, followed by the pots and bowls. Finnally, finished, she stood back to survey her work. She nods, satisfied, and waks out, placing her filthy rag in some warm water, asking Shamae to asist her in cleaning it. She splashed in some soap-sand and Shamae dunked the cloth underwater, swishing it about with sheathed claws, while her friend scrubbed at it furiously. Finnally content that it was clean enough, she drained the water, bringng in some clean, and rinsing it thoughroughly, hanging it where it could dry before walking to the Quarters and collapsing with fatuige.
