Solo Dust and small rocks

[Bor]

21st day of Winter, 514

The needle went easily and rather painlessly trough Bor's skin. The doctor knew what he was doing, he had closed similar wounds more than he could count. He had never closed a wound for a Jamoura though. He had been nervous at first to even approach or touch the big creature, but after Celia had 'encouraged' him with extra miza, the doctor had come over his nervousness. He was glad that the ape didn't tried to squash him when he had started working on the wound. After few stitches, he had completely forgotten his fear.

''That should do it. Just make sure he doesn't scratch the wound'' the doctor said as he closed up the wound. ''Thank you doctor. I'll make sure that won't happen'' Celia said gave him the best fake smile she could produce. As the doctor left she turned her attention to Bor. ''I don't know where to start with you! You come hours late, bleeding and telling me how you attacked some man in the woods'' ''But he attacked me first...'' Bor said and looked down in shame. ''No, you did. If he comes here with Ebonstryfe, who do you think they will believe? Him or something they think is somewhat smart beast?'' Bor didn't have time to answer as Celia continued ''They'll take you away from me and probably kill you. Perhaps the man will make a rug out of you! My nephew payed a large sum about you and I'm not going to give such expensive investment go to waste!'' Celia took a deep breath and cooled down a bit. ''No food today at all. And I'm taking the doctor's fee from your salary'' Bor looked at her in disbelief but obliged.

[Bor]

25th day of Winter, 514

''I'm going to go shopping. When I return I don't want to see any dust or dirt. And please don't try to sweep it behind or under the furniture. I know if you do'' Celia said as she left. Bor grunted at her comment. He had only once did so, but Celia kept on reminding him on that.

The large rock Bor had brought few days earlier had shrunk quite a lot. It didn't have any distinctive features yet, but Bor knew that later on it would start to look like a person or animal, whatever Celia wanted it to look like. Unfortunately every chip and carve created dust and small rocks, so the room needed regular cleaning almost every third day. Armed with a broom (which looked more like a paintbrush on Bor's hand), brush and a bucket of water, Bor went to work.

He had quickly learned that it was better to start from the top rather than the bottom, since the all the dirt fell to the spot what was clean few seconds ago if you did the opposite way. Reaching anywhere high wasn't a problem to a massive Jamoura, so he made a quick work of the top of the shelf. Small dust particles soared through the air and made Bor sneeze. The force from his sneeze made the dust particles dance in the air, which caused Bor to sneeze even more. After the sneezing had stopped he continued his dull work.

After the shelf came the table. He first swept away any smaller parts of food and dirt and the washed the table with water. Wine and soup spills, grease smears, unknown smudges, they all disappeared once you scrubbed enough. One particular smudge didn't want to disappear for some reason, even when Bor scrubbed so hard he was afraid he would break the table. It stayed there, on otherwise clean table, almost like mocking him. Bor scratched his head before he had an idea. He placed a mug on top of the smudge, completely covering it. Happy with the result he continued his work.

[Bor]

Next on the list was to clean all the small rocks, that had chipped off from the big rock Celia was working on. Bor picked the broom that was leaning against the wall. He started sweeping the small rocks into a small pile. He had to bend his back in order to properly use the broom. Bor could already feel his lower back starting to ache from bad posture. Bor heard a crunch as his large foot crushed some of the rocks by accident. He grunted in annoyance. He had just created more work for him. Sweeping small rocks was easy when you could somewhat see them but, when they got even smaller it was really hard for Bor to even see them when he was standing. He had to crouch in order to see the now twice smaller rocks. His back didn't like this posture either, demanding that he would get back standing straight. He ignored the pain and sweeped the rocks to the same pile.

After he had gathered all the rocks he could see into a rather large pile, Bor scooped them into his large hand. He stared at the pile for moment, wondering how there could be so many of them every time he had to clean up. Celia wasn't exactly someone you would describe as eager beaver. She did work every day, but the amount of time she put the her work wasn't that much. He carefully walked next to window, he didn't want to drop any of the rocks. Bor opened the window and tossed the rocks into the water. They made bunch of small splashes and somewhat startled a man that was walking just below the window. Bor ignored what ever the man was mumbling and went back to work.