Snippet #1162993

Giera filled her bucket with the water and quickly swiped some soap and herbs, reminding herself to leave a few coins at the stand later. She stopped and looked at the stars. She felt herself calm and felt wetness in her eyes. Today had been a hard day. She spent the last 5 years trying to dround her memories, and now they had come back into her life with a vengeance. She sighed and looked at the ground, going into the small room she called home.

She undressed and filled the bucket with soap, salt, and herbs. She then scrubbed herself hard. It hurt, but the rough scrubbing removed the smell of the sewers off her. It took her an hour to scrub her whole body and her hair. When it got time for her back she couldn't scrub it even if she wanted to. Even after 5 years the skin was sensitive. She took a piece of cloth and laid on her stomach on her bed, letting the soapy water soak into her skin. As she laid there she scrubbed her clothes. Her clothes turned a dark gray but it was a small price to pay to not smell like a sewer. She was exhausted after it was over and pulled the old, holey wool blanket over her. She sang a song she used to sing when she was young until she fell into a deep sleep. Whatever higher powers there were, were giving her mercy this night as she slept and did not dream. Giera was in desperate need of rest after the eventful day.