47th, Summer, 516 A.V.
The Crystal Hall
The Crystal Hall
Alexandra was proud of how well the festival went down, despite how difficult it’s start was. The Aurora Soiree had it’s perks and it’s downfalls… and Alek was currently feeling the latter. Everything that was set up days ago now needed to be torn down, and part of that fell to the Winterflame hold. The amount of food that was served over the course of three days was in-measurable, not to mention all the slack in some responsibilities in the upkeep. Now it seemed all that slack was falling hard on the hold.
There were unintentional broken dishes scattered about, or pots that had been overlooked in the aftermath and that was just within the main hall. From the amount of work Alekxandra was staring at she almost wished there were arguments that needed overseeing. At least it wouldn’t involve her spending the day scrubbing out pots that reeked… and quite possibly had very unpleasant things growing from them.
Either way she figured the best way to work was up. Stepping on broken plates could lead to accidents and honestly the last thing Alek wanted was a visit to a healer because she got tripped up over a forgotten spoon lying on the ground. With a sigh she picked her way across the main part of the hall. While her hold had much to do, they were not the only ones doing the cleaning. There were ice sculptures that many Skyglow members were ensuring did not melt and made it out of the hall safely in one piece.
Several others from various holds were also picking up after the main hall, some of them scrubbing clean the sections that were clear. Many were so engrossed in their work they barely noticed Alek doing her best to avoid bumping into them. The hall that was once filled with joyous laughter–well it was still mostly that way. There was conversation and laughter still, but it did not hold the carefree tone it had in the days before. The few that did notice her simply gave her a nod in which she returned until she reached the kitchens. With a deep breath she crossed the threshold, sincerely hoping that things were not nearly as bad as they might appear.
The kitchens status compared to the hall… well it was neither as bad as she had feared, but nowhere near as clean as she had hoped. The floors and tabletops were smeared with forgotten food, and the sinks were nearly filled to the brim with pots and dishes. There were scraps of unusable food lying about here and there, but all in all the bulk of work wouldn’t be too hard with various members of her hold already skittering about the kitchens in work.
”Here, we could use some help with the floor.” Alek jolted back slightly at the sudden appearance of a broom in her face. The hand holding the broom out to her belonged to a girl probably around sixteen–familiar but Alek couldn’t put a name to her face. Without complain however she took the broom and followed the girl towards the back of the kitchen where most of the scraps seemed to have been thrown probably in the middle of a rush.
”Start to the left and move to the right.” It wasn’t as if sweeping was a difficult task, but with the looks of the kitchen it seemed like a ridiculous task to start with. Many were just tossing what scraps they could from the tables to the floor in order to deep clean the tables. But there seemed to be a method to the madness in the kitchen, one she had never seen before on such a large scale and she wasn’t about to argue.
Alek started with a mostly broken pile of plates in the far corner of the room. By the looks of it it had been where any broke dishes had simply been tossed in the rush of the three day party. Along with her there were several others with brooms and they worked quickly–like one entity–to clear the floor from one end to the other.
