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PostSubject: 8/19/18-8/25/18    Sun Aug 19, 2018 9:12 am

08.19.2018
09:51:16

tending the Verr



~~leads the verr out of the shed and starts to rake the dirty straw and droppings out into the yard to be used for fertilizer later rakes the muck out of the verr shed...she walks to the water’s edge and fills a bucket to wash out the mess....sloshing the water on the floor she rinses the dirt onto the ground...she then grabs an arm load of straw spreading it in the shed and leads the animals back in carefully avoiding the horns of the ill tempered male

~~fills her bucket with grain and dumps it into the feeding bin for the verr....seeing they need brushing she takes the brush from the shelf and starts with the babies ...brushing them until their hair is free of tangles from rolling on the ground holds the head of the mama very tight she starts to brush the long silky coat till it is straight and ready for shearing

~~ties the crabby old male verr’s head to the post so he can’t butt her with his horns and starts to talk soothingly to him so he will settle down while she brushes him finally finishing with him she unties his head...jumps back so he doesn’t butt her and he leaves the shed

~~looking about she is please with the way the shed looks and the way the verr looks..she pets the little ones and makes her way out of the shed and head to the waters edge to take a well earned dip in the water to rinse off the verr smell and the dirt...when finished she lays upon the grey rock to sunbath till hair is completely drys..then heads to the Hold to dress and prepare the Hold Jarls lunch

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PostSubject: Re: 8/19/18-8/25/18    Mon Aug 20, 2018 2:03 am

08.20.2018
01:50:05

bead dance





~~smiles to the Hold Jarl as she reemerges from the kitchen...her angelic visage beautifully painted with cosmetics...blue eyes shimmering with anticipation outlined with an onyx line that accentuates their delicate beauty....her soft full lips painted a bright crimson that matches the long lengths of glistening beads attached to a red silk ribbon around her slender neck...just under her collar

~~the beads refract the fires lights making them seem alive as they cascade down the length of her body to just about her knees...covering her luscious treasures that start to ache with desire as she looks upon the Hold Jarl with a soft sigh she tears her eyes away from him and makes her way to the sand pit

~~small delicate feet step lightly upon the sand as she folds her long trim legs beneath her and rests her firm heart shaped ass along her heels....long golden tresses drape down around her and across the sands as she leans her slender body back and raises her long arms above her...delicate fingers clad with golden chimes start to sound out a soft rhythm as her fingers move deftly with the beat of the tabor that beats like her heart within her chest

~~her lithe body rolling in unison with each beat of music that rings out,...he fiery ocean of beads rippling across her skin exciting her with their movement adding to the depths of the fires within her slave belly...she raises up on her small delicate feet and lets her eyes...now shimmying with passion dance about the room....she fixes her wanting gaze upon the Hold Jarl as her endlessly long supple legs dance her across the floor

~~she moves with a fluid grace thru the maze of low tables and furs...her body crying out in a silent pleading beg with each sensuous roll of her slender hips and heated taut slave belly...her long golden tresses tumble and flow around her mingling with the beads that dance over her porcelain skin... teasing and touching her skin

~~she spins around at the Hold Jarls feet as the beat of the tabor and the golden chimes rises swiftly like the need and the ache within her...beads swirling like a tornado...stops suddenly...stomps her foot as blazing blue wanting eyes look to the Hold Jarl chest rising and falling she gathers a hand full of beads and places them across his shoulder running them slowly along his body to his hand...she then waits for him to rip the beads from her

~~shivers feeling them gone and the cool air hits her heated exposed flesh...spinning away from him leaving the lengths of beads within his strong hand...she cries out with the beat of the tabor and the chimes...spinning around with passionate fierceness the beads lift within the air opening like a curtain offering a glimpse of the treasures behind them to the Hold Jarl

~~heart pounding within her ample chest...breasts bounce enticingly as her slender body gyrates and her long legs dance wildly in a fierce sensuality...she stomps her feet and rolls her hips seductively as she moves back before the Hold Jarl again...offering Him another hand full of red beads to rip from the ribbon...to expose more of her wanting naked form

~~as he tears them away her body shudders deeply...nipples becoming hard excited buds from the rising fires that build within her...she spins with savage lust filled intent...a wash of red shimmering beads leaves the strings he pulled spilling over the floors leaving a wake of crimson behind,,,she stops toward the center of the room...ample breasts heaving as her heart beats wildly pounding like the tabor..skin damp and glistening in the fires glow

~~her slender hips roll enticingly...slowly...silently begging to be used as her long arms extend above her and hands clap out the beat of the tabor on the chimes around her fingers...soft heated porcelain skin now becoming more and more exposed...the beads torment her...caressing her and teasing her bodies every curve

~~again her cries sing out thru the air telling of the want and the need that courses thru her...telling of her need to be naked and touched by the Hold Jarls strong hands...she dances back to the Hold Jarls furs...beads slipping along dampened skin...exposing heaving breasts as she stands before him offering up another hand full of the crimson beads...eyes burning with desire as she pants in anticipation for him to rid her of another teasing layer  

~~few strands remain now to tease and torment her heated skin into a passionate frenzy she dances her way back to the sand pit...long legs gliding across the sands as her hips and belly undulate in a fierce savage rhythm...hands move to her silken thighs as she stretches her body tall to display what may be enjoyed while using a slave

~~glistening porcelain skin shines in the firelight as her hands drag up her thighs and over her heated dampened silken petals...up across her taut fire filled slave belly and over her the swell of her ample breast and moans with pleasure

~~the last stands of beads roll along her heated wanting flesh...pleading eyes that shine with lust look back to the Hold Jarl praying she has pleased Him...needing to please Him...long legs feverishly dance her back to his furs...she stops before him and delicately trembling hands offer to him the last strands of beads that will leave her naked and vulnerable before him

~~as he strips her completely she gasps out a moan dropping down to her knees...consumed with need...aching for him...her thighs part painfully wide revealing the dampness along her thighs from the blossoming petals open revealing the slick coat of nectar...chest heaving as ample breasts rise and fall...skin glowing in the light of the fires that do their own enticing shadow dance across her curves

~~dampened golden tresses tumble forward softly around her as she lowers her head between her raised arms...crossing her slender wrists offering them up to Him to bind with the last strands of beads that he holds within his powerful hands...praying silently to Odin that she has pleased Him and honored the steel he has allowed her to wear around her delicate neck...showing all that shes fully a bond of the Isle...an Isle to which he owns


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I then gave my attention to the dancer, a sweetly hipped black girl in yellow beads. She was skillful and, I suspected, from the use of the hands and beads, had been trained in Ianda, a merchant island north of Anango. Certain figures are formed with the hands and beads which have symbolic meaning, much of which was lost upon me, as I was not familiar with the conventions involved. Some, however, I had seen before, and had been explained to me. One was that of the free woman, another of the whip, another of the yielding, collared slave. Another was that of the thieving slave girl, and another that of the girl summoned, terrified, before the master. Each of these, with the music and followed by its dance expression, was very well done. Women are beautiful and they make fantastic dancers. One of the figures done was that of a girl, a slave, who encounters one who is afflicted with plague. She, a slave, knows that if she should contract the disease she would, in all probability, be summarily slain. She dances her terror at this. This was followed by the figure of obedience, and that by the figure of joy.
~~Explorers of Gor~~

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PostSubject: Re: 8/19/18-8/25/18    Tue Aug 21, 2018 3:59 pm

08.21.2018
12:09:25

working out with 2 pot lids





[12:16] *pure standing in the open of the ground she takes 2 3 ft round pot lids and she holds them one on each hand the 1.5 ft of pot lid extending from the middle over each of her small biceps from the grip and she holds them down to each side they are heavy but she had been using them for a long time to get accustom to the weight*

[12:17] *pure she then lets her blue eyes look out into a gaze as if she were clearing her mind she has no weapons on her for she is  just a slave but the two pot lids bare chested feeling the wind bite into her body her hair back in bound tail to keep it from her eyes.*

[12:18] *pure she knows  she needs to limber her arms up and let the muscles stretch out and she rotates her upper body to the lft side and then back to the rt testing the weight of the pot lids.*

[12:19] *pure the sun coming down warming her body it fends off the small bit of cool wind that brushes over her it had been some time since she had worked with two pot lids and she had to keep in mind how use them in more ways than the normal person would...after all being just a slave often used them for slaves cannot touch weapons she just preferred to make them deadly if need too and she let them both hold flat to each of her smooth outer thighs*

[12:20] pure: 12:20:00 PM

[12:21] *pure girl tries to bring her rt pot lid upwards straight as she attempts to step forward 3 ft trying to thrust it outwards trying to drive the rim towards where a persons chest would be as she simultaneously tries to bring my lft pot lid lft to rt sideways trying to bring the rim to where a persons rt temple would be*

[12:21] pure: 12:21:07 PM

[12:21] pure: 12:21:12 PM

[12:22] *pure girl then tries to turn to her lft side trying to pivot on her rt foot trying to face a 90 degree angle to her lft side when she tries to bring her rt pot lid back to her rt side hip flat as it was before and she tries to bring her left pot lid back down flat trying to hold it 9" from her left breast trying to cover over her left thigh to her mid neck*

[12:22] pure: 12:22:17 PM

[12:22] pure: 12:22:30 PM

[12:23] *pure she then tries to bring her lft pot lid upwards 2 ft trying to bring it over her head while  trying to turn it flat ways as if to block a strike of a blow over the top of her golden head while she then tries to bring her rt pot lid up flat ways trying to slam it forward hard as if its rim would strike out towards where a persons lft knee would be*

[12:23] pure: 12:23:34 PM

[12:24] pure:  12:23:36 PM

[12:23] pure: (grumbles at the one minute post times for these two actions) holding the pot lid flat ways over her head with her lft hand as she holds the rt pot lid sideways down to where a persons lft knee would be she then glance to her lft side*

[12:24] pure: 12:24:37 PM

[12:24] pure: 12:24:37 PM

[12:25] *pureshe tries to bring her lft pot lid over head down to her lft side trying to bring the rims edges sideways rt to lft while simultaneously trying to pivot in a 90 degree angle to her lft side thinking how it would feel against a persons jaw bone*

[12:25] pure: 12:25:20 PM

[12:25] pure: 12:25:32 PM

[12:26] *pureshe  then tries to bring her rt pot lid up wards flat ways hard trying to see where a persons chin would be as if she would drive it up hard to their chin as if to snap their neck back while she then tries to bring her lft shield flat ways hard up bottom to top trying to see if it would fit between the persons thighs as if to shatter thier groin*

[12:26] pure: 12:26:28 PM
[12:26] pure: 12:26:28 PM

[12:27] *pure thinks to herself a bit better as girl is under a minute and she then tries to bring both pot lids back to the sides of her body each now 8" from each hip as she holds them to her body breathing a bit hard she feels the warm burn of her muscles and she then reset.*

[12:26] pure: 12:27:28 PM

[12:26] pure: 12:26:28 PM

[12:28] *pure  thinks of how it would be were she to have a blade coming at her and she then closes her blue eyes as she lets them refocus this time she would have to work two as one with a flowing attack hidden behind the other and she then grins when she open her eyes*

[12:26] pure: 12:29:28 PM

[12:26] pure: 12:26:28 PM

[12:29] *pure she knows that not many were use to having two to block with after all a spear or sword mere weapons would be easily blocked and perhaps broken as one would work it's way into their bodies*

[12:29] pure: 12:29:21 PM

[12:29] pure: 12:29:22 PM

[12:30] *pure she tries to bring her lft pot lid rt to left trying to move it as if it were trying to meet the sword thrust of a person trying to drive the blade to her left side while she tries to turn to face the person when she tries to thrust her rt pot lid rims edge hard rt to lft towards the persons rt elbow trying to shatter it*

[12:30] pure: 12:30:18 PM

[12:30] pure: 12:31:20 PM

[12:31] *pure she then tries to step back 3 ft trying to bring her lft pot lid back 8" from her left breast trying to cover my heart as I then try to bring the right pot lid back to her rt side 8" from her rt hip trying to set into a slight crouch and she lets her mind clear.*

[12:32] pure: 12:32:17 PM

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PostSubject: Re: 8/19/18-8/25/18    Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:22 pm

08.22.2018
18:57:42

work around the Hold




~~pure slips into the kitchen...pulls out some fruits and begins to slice them with the cutting shell upon the counter placing the slices in separate bowsl to use for garnishes she sets them in a bed of ice to keep cool and for easy access fruit to garnish the drinks

~~moves to the pantry taking out blackwine beans begins to crush them filling a tin as she crushed them then covers it tightly places it in the cold storage grasps up a bota of paga

~~checks the paga kettle and mead kettle adding more from the cold storage then stirs it hanging it on a high hook to warm slowly and not burn

~~surveys the Hold...then takes a broom begins to sweep...moving chairs and tables as she works sweeping small piles to the side then gets a dust pan filling it a few times dumping the dirt in the trash pile out side the back door of the kitchen

~~replaces the broom and grasps up a bucket and the mop slips back into the kitchen filling a bucket with warm soapy water take a mop and moves back thru the Hold begins placing chairs on the tables dips the mop in the soapy water begins to mop sunny tresses falling over her shoulder as she works

~~rinses the bucket out then the mop and glides it over the floor again to remove any traces of soap scrubs the floors till they shine using a scrub brush dipped in the soapy water occasionally...pauses surveys the floor beams happily as it begins to shine

~~she opens the windows to dry the floor faster then empties the bucket and rinses the mop once again...rinses the bucket out then mop and glides it over the floor again...opens the windows to dry the floor faster then empties the bucket and rinses the mop

~~grasps the container of bees wax she has warmed till it is liquid and a large cloth begins to sponge the wax over the dry floors then takes the large soft rep cloth lightly stepping on it begins to slide around the room polishing the floor

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PostSubject: Re: 8/19/18-8/25/18    Thu Aug 23, 2018 3:00 pm

08.23.2018
15:21:39

Sul Soup...Tarks Strip Sandwich...Dark Ale...Chocolate Ramsberry Cake





~~pure walks into the kitchen with a menu on her mind...going to the pantry and getting out some sul...an onion bring them to the counter she peels the sul and cuts them up in chunks...then peels the onion and dicing them up putting them in a pot and filling it with water sitting it upon the stove wishing to bring it to a boil

~~looking through the spice cupboard..she gets the salt pepper adding a few dashes of pepper and a little salt to the pot as the suls begin to boil...she cuts a few slices of the sar-tana bread and toasts the slices...to the cold room she gets out some milk and some tarks slices

~~in a frying pan she cooks up the strips of meat slowly so not to burn but to be crisp...she pours 2 cups of milk and then returns the pitcher to the cold room...looking about she sees the chocolate ramsberry cake that one of the other girls made looking tempting but would be a great treat for the Hold Jarl

~~she test the suls seeing a fork can stick through them and she adds the 2 cups of milk and some sar-tana flour and keeps stiring the pot till it thickens some...to the herb garden in the kitchen she cuts some chives and sprinkles some to garnish a bowl full she ladles up

~~cutting a slice of the cake and placing the bowl and plate to a tray...taking toasted bread and placing some meat strips to them making a tarks strip sandwich since the bread is little she makes 2 setting them on a plate to the tray

~~pure thinks a dark ale would be suitable for this meal and she taps the keg and fill a mug full...then places the mug on the tray...cleans up her work area and dries her hands on the rep...picking up the tray she sleeks through the kitchen to the Main Hall and weaves around the tables and benches hips keeping time to the beating of her heart up to the Hold Jarls seat

~~he is about to arrive so she sets his table with the meal she has prepared...hoping his appetite will be for filled with the meal but no so that he would not have an appetite also for a pretty bond to cuddle up with after lunch before going back to work

~~she awaits for him as she looks out the window...the other Jarls are racing to fill the Main Hall for their lunch as the other bonds dance around the tables feeding them and filling their mugs and horns so many giggles and laughter...there is a happy aviance in the Main Hall today with lots of smiles...she spies the Hold Jarl coming towards the Hold and waves to him with a bright smile a belly full of heat and a heart full of love

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PostSubject: Re: 8/19/18-8/25/18    Fri Aug 24, 2018 4:05 pm

08.24.2018
15:59:43

the rescue





~~she gave the spinning wheel a look of pure hatred...and then she glanced down to her finger tips which were throbbing in pain...though she was used to hard work...the Mistress here was strict in her expectations....pure woke before the sun came up to start working...and she usually didn’t finish until the dead of the night

~~it’s was all about the verr....herding the verr...feeding the verr...shaving the verr....and she hated verr...with their cute little vapid expressions and fluffy bodies that wobbled and bounced

~~she missed the Hold Jarl so much that it was an ever present ache....every time something fresh happened...she would smile and turn to tell him...then she’d remember that he wasn’t here in this camp

~~he’d come for her though...if he knew she was being held captive elsewhere...he always came for her....but he and others of the Isle were traveling....as far as she knew...no one was aware that she was captured...and she wasn’t sure when they would realize she wasn’t safely at home

~~she wanted to go home...who could help her though?...mentally...she scrolled through a list of people who might help and where they lived....she rejected one after the other for various reasons... mostly because she doubted they would come....finally...there was no one left

~~her brow furrowed as she chewed her lip...searching her memory for someone who might help... She recalled two men...both good fighters....one was tall...dark...and handsome....the other, ...in sharp contrast...was short...squat...and ugly

~~but both men were rather…hmm...what was the right word?...she grumbles as she works with the spinning wheel and thought about those two....they had often come to the Isle...just the two of them once they had downed one person after another without so much as a scratch on either of them

~~she chuckled though...remembering that the next time they came...the Hold Jarl easily downed them both

~~still...they were good...and they lived for the fight..though for Jarl Brij...maybe he lived a bit more for the sex...surprisingly...as hideously ugly as he was...he got plenty of bonds who wanted him in the furs...thankfully she’d never been one of them

~~when the Mistress had left to tend to other matters...pure slipped from the room and went to the docks...she quickly penned a note...writing...Please get me out of Pirate’s Cove...will pay you somehow. pure bond of Hunjer Isle. Pushing the scrap of paper through the gate...she begged a man traveling by boat to deliver the message “Please...Jarl. Try to get that to Jarl Onak Hold Jarl of Hunjer Isle,” she said...eyes pleading and desperate.

~~the man finally agreed to at least TRY...she had no idea if he really would actually attempt to deliver the message...or if the note would even make it to the Isle....for that matter...she heardrd a stern voice call out behind her...“And just what are you doing, girl!?”

~~whirling around...she had excuses and lies ready...but she relaxed...grinning huge when she saw it was her favorite guard Mistress Rosalie. “Tal, Mistress,” she smiled at the kind woman... “I was just getting some fresh air before returning to work”...she said...which was not a total lie.

~~Mistress Rosalie nodded and held out a bowl...“I brought you some ramberries,” she said...“Now take them, enjoy them, and get yourself back to work!”...the woman scowled in pretend fierceness...which made pure giggle...though Mistress Rosalie was a very good fighter...she was not like the majority of Free Women who so enjoyed kicking poor little slave girls

~~giggling...she took the bowl of berries from her...murmuring “Yes, Mistress”...before scurrying back to the dreaded shed of verr...time took one grudging step forward...then another...moving slower than she did when trying to fight....finally...a day came when ships docked...and the battle horns sounded....she still was not trusted to help fight...for good reason...so Mistress Rosalie shut the door to the building and locked it

~~after snagging a spyglass from the table...she ran up the stairs to the top of the building...from which she would be able to see everything....she looked towards the dock in time to see men dressed in black (always in black) debark from the ship....a few women in more colorful attire joined the men

~~it wasn’t long before Jarl Onak was leading the raiders up the path to the stone archway of the building where men and women dodged arrows while returning fire....through the spy glass...she could see people falling...but few of them were from the raid group

~~the raiders were through the arched entryway when she saw a side door open...a defender preparing to come up from behind....she held her breath as the man approached Jarl Onak with his sword drawn....at the last moment Jarl Onak whirled...and there was a clash of blades that pure could hear even from her vantage point


``Jarl Onak smiled what seemed to be a very wicked smile and ever so casually reached up to push his dark hair back from his face while he held that blade there against his own...pure saw his stance shift...and then he stroked his sword down the other metal shaft and under...casually flicking it away

~~the sword in Jarl Onaks capable hands rotated and began to slash downwards...but on seeing his opponent’s movements...h halted and instantly changed the direction of his strike...the hilt of his sword floating through his fingers to block the other man’s weapon...without any hesitation Jarl Onak blade moved once more...cutting into the tendon on the defender’s forearm...hiss fingers lost the ability to hold the sword...and the steel clattered to the street Jarl Onak smashed the hilt of his sword against the man’s head...and he fell to the ground

~~she turned the spyglass to look else...but soon heard a crash against the door on the ground floor...her feet flew over the stairs as she ran down...arriving in time to see a blood splattered Jarl Onak break through the door...shards of wood flying everywhere...“Tal, slut” he bit out...“Time to get you home” He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her along

~~they made their way to the ship...where Jarl Onak shoved pure up the plank to the deck...then towards the hold...when he stopped...she turned to face him...he scowled down at her with his hands on his hips as the ship departed from the shore...stating sourly...“Now then...let us discuss this small favor you owe me.”

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PostSubject: Re: 8/19/18-8/25/18    Sat Aug 25, 2018 5:41 pm

08.25.2018
18:19:53

a story pure tells the Hold Jarl





~~pure was privileged to sit upon the Hold Jarls lap after servoing him a horn of honey mead and he wanted her to tell him a  story...since he loved to here he talk...he mentioned she just has a way of telling a story to make you feel like you are there...she wiggles for a moment upon his lap then with a soft tone she begins her story

~~" it was a fruitful day…it was…when the Warriors of a tiny remote village return after a successful mission…small by the size of it...yet nonetheless an important a mission...it was to rescue and bring back several of their Free Women that had been taken captives…after a raid....the Free Women in some state of trauma...some fully clothed and some half naked were all left in the hut on the village green… seems she would have her hands full

~~the small and cozy tavern suddenly felt full with the returning men...bawdy after having prevailed…there was much chest pumped out and standing straight and tall…their voices booming with pride calling for copious paga or some light foods from their worked up apatite…Nay!…they returned unscathed with that cunning plan swiftly executed and they had returned leaving their adversaries each tied and hanging upside down over the cliff edge

~~he Chief grabs his girl around her waist and lifts her onto the table and barks “dance slut”...grinning he watched her...his property…starting to sway and move to serve with all her heart…for she knew in this…she served more than just her Master...she had to be pleasing to all those watching…her Master’s reputation had to remain untarnished and those that had entered the tavern looked to her to dance her very best.

~~as it would turn out to be…wouldn’t he just know every damn detail of his property…given that situation...how she would react…what her moves and steps would be…a good Master would know... would he not from her physical to her mental and more beyond for he owned her totally...his hand slipped down to the coiled whip hooked onto his belt...fingers curled around the handle and the tail falls loosely onto the ground

~~with his other hand he raised it and snapped his fingers up in the air…”mead…wench...warm and spiced” knowing as chieftain of the village any number of slaves would rush to serve his tiniest of requests…his eyes back and focused on his delicate...little sensual slut’s body...she moved gracefully his gaze locked to her eyes and grinned seeing her eyes had fixed in on the whip

~~he knew her moves everyone of them like he knew every bit of her...her thoughts and actions her body...like any Master of Gor would…and lashing out with the whip...he had removed every single piece of clothing covering her body...finishing his drink as the last piece ripped off her body fell to the ground…the accuracy of his whip hand never touched her skin

~~he left hand drops the empty tankard onto the furs…his right flicks the whip sideways to coil the tail around the sluts body and yanked her hard to him…his left hand sliding up to caress the side of her hand then up to caress the side of her cheek slides up and into the back of her head...fingers curling into a fist...grips tight and tilts her head forcefully upwards to present her quivering lips to his...leaning slightly down he pressed his lips to her in a kiss of passion…a mere whimper began in the chest of the girl...it was swiftly cut off as he raised her bodilendy and dropped her onto the lap of the warrior sat next to him…” Good raid plan Brother… now enjoy this hot slut… I believe she is in need of a Masters Touch"
"The End"

~~pure reaches for the Hold Jarls horn that is sitting in it holder that is filled with honey mead and offers it to him as she finishes her story...she giggles slightly and says..."pure believes pure is in need of a Hold Jarls touch"...blinks her sotty lashes over her baby blue eyes and cuddles up closer to him as he takes his horn and drinks

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