"What are you doing?" Ash couldn't stop himself from asking.
The woman turned around, showing off eyes that were the same color as her hair. She smiled cheerfully. "Power washing! It's a nifty skill I developed using my power to shoot water out of my hands. If I control the pressure properly, I can get rid of virtually any grime.
"I got the idea from some humans, actually. I saw a commercial a while back about power washers and figured it couldn't be too hard. It took a bit of practice but I got it in the end." She tilted her head and eyed him curiously. "Do you live here? I thought this castle belonged to the elf who hired us."
Ash realized he wasn't wearing his glamour. He would be able to pass for an elf if not for the fact that his eyes were red and his fangs were sticking out. Both races were tall, lean, and had slightly pointed ears.
"No…this place is mine. The elf, uh, works for me."
