Sep 20

Chapter 15: Laundry

Chapter 15: Laundry

In Which the Companions Finally Have Clean Clothing.


Yazeth: Jozra dries off as well. “I wonder if they’ll let us wash our clothes?”

Arrin Woodgreen: He finishes drying and slips one of the robes on instead of his clothes. “I’m sure they’ll let us.”

Yazeth: The ferret nods as she puts on the other robe. She glances over the side of the tub and wrinkles her nose. “I don’t suppose…” She wanders around the tub before finding a little lever that drains the water in the tub. “Hey! That’s pretty neat!”

Arrin Woodgreen: He laughs. “Aye, one of my better ideas I say.” He does the same.

Yazeth: Jozra is startled. “Your idea? Wow.” She looks around. “Is there a way to fill it too?”

Arrin Woodgreen: He laughs. “It’s nothing really. And I think there is.” He feels around the tub before fining a lever near the top of the tub. There’s a gurgling sound and hot spring water emerges from a spout.

Yazeth: The ferret grins. “That’s really neat.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He nods. “I know. Took me forever to figure out the design.”

Yazeth: The ferret gathers the dirty towels and mops slightly where the floor got splashed before dumping them into the dirty towel basket.

Arrin Woodgreen: Once his tub is filled, he rolls up the sleeves of his robe and begins to soak their dirty clothes.

Yazeth: Jozra again grabs some soap but this time uses it on their soiled clothes.

Arrin Woodgreen:  He scrubs the material as well, absent-mindedly humming a song he learned from somewhere.

Yazeth: The ferret smiles as she scrubs at the muddy tunics.

Arrin Woodgreen: He scrubs at some caked on dirt, his humming turns to singing as he gets into the song. “…oh I’ll roam o’er hill and mountain, and through the frosty glades, why do I do this all, is to come back to you my mate…”

Yazeth: Jozra listens intently as she rinses the shirts and scrubs them again. She hasn’t heard this song before.

Arrin Woodgreen: Unfortunately, the otter begins to hum again, his paws sill scrubbing at the pair of pants he’s holding.

Yazeth: The ferret frowns slightly and rises the soap out before continuing to scrub at the clothes. “What song is that?”

Arrin Woodgreen: He grins. “It’s a song I picked up while I was in the south with a bunch of other travelers. They said it was from even further south, said something about deserts and continuous dry and hot heat.”

Yazeth: The ferret mulls this over. “How far south did you say you went again?”

Arrin Woodgreen: He shrugs. “I think as far as I went down was a town called Erith, met a nice squirrel down there named Raver…”

Yazeth: The ferret pauses a moment. “Erith? Sounds slightly familiar.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He looks towards her. “Really?”

Yazeth: Jozra scrubs at a particularly muddy spot on a cuff. “Yep. Can’t quite place it but I’m certain I’ve heard of it before, though.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He nods, “Alright.” He continues scrubbing and humming.

Yazeth: The ferret pulls the tunic she’s been scrubbing out of the water and looks at it. “Nearly there…”

Arrin Woodgreen: He pulls his out. “What about this?”

Yazeth: She looks at it. “Pretty clean. I think these are ready to be dried.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He nods. “Alright, I’ll take a shirt this time okay?”

Yazeth: “Okay.” Jozra wrings out the shirt and sets it out to try before grabbing a dirty shirt and handing it to Soquan.

Arrin Woodgreen: He nods his thanks and puts aside the pair of pants he was working on to dry.

Yazeth: The ferret grabs a pair of pants for herself and begins washing them.

Arrin Woodgreen: He begins scrubbing the tunic and begins to hum his song again.

Yazeth: Jozra scrubs hard at the muddy pant legs as she listens to the tune Soquan is humming.

Arrin Woodgreen: He starts to sing softly again, working at an arm of the tunic.

Yazeth: Jozra continues scrubbing at the trousers, listening intently to Soquan’s tune.  She pauses for a second, checking her reflection as the water stills and glancing at her paws. The recent and frequent dips in warm, then cold, then warm water has done much to compromise her disguise.  Fortunately, the mice only saw her incredibly muddy…

Arrin Woodgreen:  Soquan hears the pause in her scrubbing and stops his song. “You alright Jozra?”

Yazeth: The ferret resumes washing the pants. “Yep. Seemed thing weren’t getting any cleaner there for a second, though.”

Arrin Woodgreen:  He nods. “Alright.” He returns to cleaning, finishing a few seconds later. He runs his paws over the material, searching for any more caked on mud.

Yazeth: Jozra dunks the pants vigorously before pulling them up for inspection. “Ah. They’re clean. It’s the water that’s dirty.” She grins before setting them aside. Fortunately they had the presence of mind to bring everything with them. She rummages quickly in her pack, removing a smaller pouch.
Jozra glances at Soquan, trying to think up a reasonable excuse for the somewhat unusual behavior.“Seems I can’t get my fur to all go the right way.” She chuckles as she dusts a light powder over some of her darker areas.  A few minutes and it would set.

Arrin Woodgreen: Soquan laughs. “Lucky for me I don’t have to worry about that.” He briefly attempts to flatten down his perpetually scruffy fur.

Yazeth: Jozra grins as she finishes reapplying her disguise. “Looks like we’re about done here.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He nods. “Okay.” He holds up his shirt he had been cleaning. “How’d I do?”

Yazeth: The ferret nods approvingly. “Pretty good. I’d almost call it looking new if it wasn’t for that tear in the sleeve.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He nods. “Good then.” He stands and puts the shirt on the table with the rest.

Yazeth: She looks at the stack of dripping clothes. “Do you think they’d mind if we left these here to dry?”

Arrin Woodgreen: He shakes his head. “They won’t mind.” His stomach rumbles audibly and he laughs. “I guess it’s almost dinner time.”

Yazeth: The ferret grins. “Then I suppose we should find the mess hall.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He nods. “Alright.” He heads towards the door and opens it. He raises his head and sniffs the air, turning right. “This way.”

Yazeth: Jozra smiles and follows the otter.


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