Aimee was seemingly oblivious to Elann’s silent plight, though upon coming outside of the shed once more she could tell something was amiss with the girl. She could sense the off-air about Elann but couldn’t pinpoint what was making her so upset as the Benshira managed to swallow whatever was amiss before Aimee could get to the bottom of it. Since Elann appeared to be rather quiet, and focused her attention on the task ahead of them, Aimee did the same, dropping the subject in her mind rather than broaching it. She trusted Elann had the strength to overcome what weighed on her heart, and if not, then she had the courage to speak up before the weight became too much to bear.

The Valterrian was a terrible catastrophe that struck Mizahar more than five hundred years ago and it did seem Zeltiva was thriving moreso than Syliras by leagues at a time. This much was true, but Zeltiva was also immensely sheltered from the catastrophic blast that broke apart Mizahar at its center. The mountains defended the city from the tumultuous magic that plagued everywhere else, leaving much of the structure intact while its previous denizens hid underground like the rest of Mizahar. Upon resurfacing, they saw their city in much better shape than they had once presumed it to be, and resumed their way of life, much more isolated than before.

Zeltiva then was just as enlightened as it was now. Great minds led the rebuilding and kept Zeltiva ahead of the curve that many other isolated pockets of civilization were set behind. The city was but a glimpse at what it once was when two grand empires ruled the land of Mizahar. This was as close as one would get to the olden days of glory, greatness, and knowledge. Other cities, like Lhavit, were technologically ahead of places like Syliras as well; the difference being Lhavit was a city for the spiritually enlightened and not those privy to textbooks and lectures of academia.

As the two young women worked away at the laundry, Aimee sang and hummed tunes in both Common and Fratava to keep time. They were of varying moods, soaring happy hymns or more melancholy verses that seemed to detail hard times of either Zeltiva the city or of her personally. Midway through their working Elann could feel the plain and perhaps startling feeling of a sudden onset of sadness streaming through their bond coming from Noah. If she reached out, she could plainly feel him in the house, though at the uppermost floor. The feeling lasting longer than possibly anticipated but seemed to die down into a soft buzz of unknown longing.

Elann managed to finish her clothing entirely while Aimee made a massive dent in her own workload. As Elann hung her clothes on the line to dry in the sunlight Aimee started to do the same with the majority of what she washed. Huffing, the she-wolf used the back of her hand to wipe away the bit of sweat threatening her brow and admired her clothing as it swung back and forth on the line.

“I’m going to take the rest to the launders,” she said aloud.

She turned to gather the remaining garments of clothing she had and started to put them away back into the sack she brought outside initially. Once done, she came back out of the shed and nodded towards the shallow buckets that held the water for their washing.

“We’ve got to take these out to the street to dump,” she said. “After that, we can go inside.” She showed Elann a smile then pointed to the gate on the side of the house, telling her silently they were to go that way past the house and out to the front where the street lied. “Ready when you are.”