Pine-Needles was going about his usual tasks tidying the apartment while Eve was at the laundromat. Although this aged Dwarf was seasoned in the outdoors, he held an aversion to bugs and spiders, dust and dirt, mould and mildew. Cleaving to cleanliness had only increased ever since his mind was returned with Puck’s glittering influence.
He took particular interest in the window sills, polishing the glass as though it were a prized crystal, and, perched upon a magical ladder of his own construct, he would vacuum into the corners of the ceilings - literally going above and beyond what most cleaners would do.
Needles took particular care with Granoldi’s room, deodorising the Faerie Bear’s bed with sprinklings of sun dust. This was a product widely favoured in the elemental realm.
Eve would return to her refreshed home, thinking to herself what a great job her ioniser was doing - she would literally sigh with happiness walking back through its door. Needles lived for this sigh, and was growing more attached to Eve as time went by.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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