The power of the broom

[Dawali Amara]

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Right, so I'll be scarce until friday-ish, but at least it's up Word Count: 552 Dawali took a breather and supported himself against the tool in his hand, a long wood stick with a lot of twigs on the end. Amongst the twigs there were cloth pieces and larger animal hair, but mostly it was made from twigs. To make a broom from twigs was certainly the more economic and lazy way, and when it came to the lazy part Dawali fit it perfectly. The pieces of cloth and animal hair simply made the brush more dense, which he needed as this was his "indoors" broom. Dust had been gathering everywhere during the winter, and the darkness of the season had given him no energy to even start doing something about it. He was a single male anyways, and nobody came to see him, so he couldn't care less. His wooden door was ajar, letting fresh spring air seep in and take away some of that winter smell of confinement and boredom. It was time to let spring enter his home, and he'd made this day his cleaning day. Already the broken tools and food storage had been carried outside and sorted through - some of the tools needed repairs, and some of the food had gone bad. It was salted, most of it, and it didn't "go bad" in the sense of smell, but it was still nice to get it over with. Also much of it was unnecessary now that prey was beginning to emerge under every second rock, thus the old food could - and should - be disposed of somewhere. There was no need for it to take up place in his main room when there was no one to eat it. Looking around, and at the afternoon sun shining in through the doorway to play with his wooden floor, Dawali put the broom away, supporting it against a wall, and took three easy steps to the outside of his home. He wanted a break from staying inside and moving his stuff around to find more dirt, and had decided it was time to take the bad food and other litter somewhere else and dump it. He wasn't really certain where to put the stuff, and he definitely didn't want to dump it somewhere close to where anyone spent a lot of time. Sighing, and squinting towards the sun for a few moments Dawali took a few deep, wonderful breaths of fresh air and walked towards his leather bags of litter. Soon they were on his back and sides (there were only two bags, but they were quite broad, and easily wrapped themselves around him, supporting each other). They were heavy, but Dawali didn't mind. This was a good chore, even if it made him tired at the end of the day. Walking calmly through the packlands Dawali was headed towards the border, thinking to dump it somewhere he was certain no one lived permanently; unclaimed land. His pace wasn't very fast, mostly due to his heavy weight, but it suited his cheerful mood, as did the light whistle that every now and then escaped his lips. The rays of sun pleased his skin and lifted his mood just as the grayness of winter dulled his senses and his mind, and he welcomed every trace of life, every chirping bird, with open arms.

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