Najaran does pretty much every chore every month. She's used to keeping busy and it calms some of the nagging guilt over not spending the time training. And she claims that chores counts for training anyhow... since she never works alone.
A hand slid behind her back and several Cards flew into it. She tossed the Cards into the air. "You guys heard her, let's get cleaning!"
Light flashed where the Cards had been in the air, and out popped a number of odd creatures. She pointed to each and then to an area as she addressed them. "Eidolon, you're on scrubbing. Really put your back into it!" The small creature made a noise of agreement. He climbed to the sink, threw himself into the water, then sopping wet ambled over to a messy bit of wall and started rubbing his wet back against it, using his own fur as a sponge.
""Gremlin!" she handed the small creature a butter knife and a damp rag. "Ceiling." It chittered, stuck the knife and rag in its mouth and then scampered up the wall creepily.
""Cait Sith!" She offered another cloth to a seemingly armless upright cat in a cloak. "Tables and counters, please."
She then grabbed a few cloths of her own. "If you could get the oven," she said to Kitty, "Goligan and I can start on dishes. I figure we should probably do the floor last, right?"
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Najaran does pretty much every chore every month. She's used to keeping busy and it calms some of the nagging guilt over not spending the time training. And she claims that chores counts for training anyhow... since she never works alone.
A hand slid behind her back and several Cards flew into it. She tossed the Cards into the air. "You guys heard her, let's get cleaning!"
Light flashed where the Cards had been in the air, and out popped a number of odd creatures. She pointed to each and then to an area as she addressed them. "Eidolon, you're on scrubbing. Really put your back into it!" The small creature made a noise of agreement. He climbed to the sink, threw himself into the water, then sopping wet ambled over to a messy bit of wall and started rubbing his wet back against it, using his own fur as a sponge.
""Gremlin!" she handed the small creature a butter knife and a damp rag. "Ceiling." It chittered, stuck the knife and rag in its mouth and then scampered up the wall creepily.
""Cait Sith!" She offered another cloth to a seemingly armless upright cat in a cloak. "Tables and counters, please."
She then grabbed a few cloths of her own. "If you could get the oven," she said to Kitty, "Goligan and I can start on dishes. I figure we should probably do the floor last, right?"