Post by cait alfric on Sept 22, 2019 9:55:03 GMT
cait has been instructed throughout the span of her childhood on how to properly rebuild, maintain and clean up a shrine - no matter how deteriorated or damaged. typically the men of her tribe dealt with such matters; but the women weren't entirely ignorant of the practice of maintaining all that was considered to be holy.
"it's a pity there are so few of us left in the world," she lamented, pulling on a pair of leather gloves. "pockets of followers here and there - sprinkled unevenly across the regions. not enough to take care of all of our shrines nowadays."
she clicked her tongue as she knelt before the shrine, inspecting the damage with the sweep of her gaze as she laid out her carefully packed tools. despite the option of requesting celebi's aid in reversing the filthy and worn down structure, she felt as though it was more appropriate to handle it on her own.
'i'm not about to let what i've learn go to waste.'
celebi peered down at her from their place upon the shrine's roof, their legs swinging lightly, their posture lax and a genuine look of interest upon their face as they observed her work and the well-practiced motions of her covered hands. she talked as she did so - actively filling the silence with her voice whilst explaining her actions.
"commercial wood stripper goes a long way..."