Timestamp: 20th of Summer, 519 A.V.
The Tower was a godsend. Kelski didn’t know who the people were that built it or why it was left so abruptly unattended. But it was definitely something their organization needed for shelter and more importantly it was something they needed to set up The Gem with something of a home. Mercy and Ember as well as a few people that had turned up on her shores after the fact set up to help with a sort of bucket brigade and an army of mops, rags, and soap. They started on the lowest floor with Mercy calling directions.
“Let’s start at the top of the ceiling. We need to knock down all the cobwebs, haul out everything that is too rotten or too far gone to salvage… no lets just haul everything out even the tapestries on the wall… and once we get the cobwebs down, we’ll need to scrub the ceiling, walls, and floor for all its worth. I can tell they used rushes in here at one time. But that’s such an archaic practice that encourages mice and bugs that we’ll need a weaver or something to weave us some rugs and tapestries instead. Got that Kelski? We need to hire a weaver.” She emphasized, certain that would be useful.
Kelski nodded, then bade everyone to step back. She lifted her arms, called on her djed, and let it flow up from her well. She breathed out the substance, transmuting it to res as she did so in order to form the clear mist that was filled with blue and purple sparkles. The Sea Eagle threw her hands wide, commanded the djed, transmuted it, then commanded the transmuted res and ordered the winds to rise, up and up higher and higher until a miniature hurricane raged on the ceiling, neatly swiping off the cobwebs and scouring the ceiling clean.
Kelski kept an iron control on the little storm, letting it swirl around the room like the giant underside of a mop reversed onto the ceiling. Then she moved it across the walls, lingering on the tall narrow windows at the top of the rooms that allowed only minimal light in.
The Kelvic kept her arms up, directing the wind, as if conducting a symphony. She laughed a little at the swirling debris of dust covered cobwebs, miscellaneous spiders, and some old bird nests that only the Gods knew how they got up there. With the doors thrown wide, she was more than able to direct the mess outside to be carried away on the real breeze. Once that was done, the women got together with their buckets and went to work washing every square inch of the ground floor.
Kelski left the ladies to it, moving upwards another floor, throwing bigger grander windows of stained glass open in order to cast the minor windstorm and do the same dust and cobweb removal she’d done for the ground floor. The Reimancy came easier this time, her magic knowing what to do when she tapped her well and pulled djed from her core.
Kelski braced her legs, took a firm stance, and threw out res with her own two hands, as if she were embracing the room. The wind picked up immediately, diligently, and swept across the ceiling like it had a mind of its own. Kelski’s hair whipped around her as the dust dervish cleaned, giving her a chance to walk to one of the huge stained-glass windows so she could throw it wide. When the dervish was done, the room was dust free – and it was far more efficient than laying hands on all surfaces.
