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PostSubject: 2/11/18-2/17/18   Sun Feb 11, 2018 9:52 am

2/11/18
Jarl's table/furs/fresh breads/pies/breakfast






~~light enthusiastic eyes squint adjusting to the dark  Main Hall...scanning the room...girl sees the Hold Jarl's table is in a terrible state...shakes her head at girl's neglect...moving to the kitchen with a purposeful step,...full breasts jiggling in her haste to set things right before he returns...pouring hot water out of the kettle into a basin and sprinkles in some soap flakes...stirring them...splashing some water on girls belly making her giggle...the outline of rounded perky orbs clear to any random eye...gathering up some cloths and the wax...girl returns to the vast room

~~crouching beside his table...the yeasty smell of spilled ale brings on new purpose flooding of displaying girls lush bod...uncaring who watched...seeking only to please the Hold Jarl with ale cascading down the wanton slut's body... needing to harden his shaft and when his desire to use this needy whore shakes her head.blonde tendrils swirling...and dips the cloth in the now cooler water...scrubs sticky ale off the handsome table...breasts bobbing and jiggling as girl scrubs with vigor...drying it carefully then spreading the wax on and buffing it to a gleaming wonder

~~satisfied with girls efforts...her mind wanders to sinful thoughts...will the Hold Jarl use the slut the first  time on this table?...her eyes go dreamy and feels petals dampen...need spurs girl to hurry and return the supplies to the kitchen...stopping to admire the Hold Jarl's immaculate table...hoping to make him proud of is new purchase

~~in the kitchen she looks for a large tray as she put the supplies away...then goes back into the Main Hall with the tray...moving about the room and picking up tankards and mugs from where they were left about...carrying the tray to the kitchen and dumping the remains before filling the sink with hot soapy water and dumping them all in

~~~slipping back to the Hall with the tray and retrieving the remains of the bread and fruit trays...placing the fruit all into a bowl and setting it into the cold room and then setting the butter dishes back onto the tray where the butter is kept...returning the dishes of honey to where they belong...replacing the sugar bowls and tossing the platters and plates into the sink as well... placing all the bread into a towel and setting it aside before taking a wet cloth and washing down all the tablesreturning to the kitchen and washing the dishes...rinsing them and setting them on clean rep cloth to drip as each dish is tackled...after the last one is washed...draining the sink and washing it out...picking up a clean cloth and drying each dish to a sparkling shine before putting it away in it's proper place

~~going from place to place and shaking out the furs before grabbing the broom and sweeping up all the debris and crumbs...disposing of them and stepping back...eyeing the Main Hall...seeing it is ready for use later this evening....then checking the fire pit...moving around noticing the bread supply is well diminished...moving to the kitchen and getting out the ingredients and mixing up a batch of dough...setting it near...but not too close...to the fire to rise...goes back to clean up and get out the loaf pans...taking butter and greasing them down...taking the dough and making loafs...setting them in the pans and sticking them into the baking oven

~~as the tantalizing smell of baking bread fills the Hold the girl works at cleaning out the ashes from the fire pit and fireplace...taking the bucket of ashes and and setting it out the back door....moving to gather arm fulls of furs...carrying them outside and stacking them out...one by one...taking handfuls of ashes to scatter into the fur and brush it through with a special brush...hanging the fur on the line and then brushing them again to get all the ashes out...leaving the furs smelling fresh and looking new again..*

~~while the furs air more...grabbing a bucket and scrub brush...filling the bucket with hot soapy water and scrubbing down the whole floor of the Main Hall on hands and knees...hips rocking to the rhythm of the song she is singing under her breath...waist switches.. her bare bum wiggling back and forth being sure to get every nook and cranny and making the floor shine

~~rising...taking the bucket of water and dumping it out in the gutter...bringing in the furs and returning them all to their proper places and then washing her hands with soap and water...drying them and moving over to remove the perfectly done loaves of bread and set them to cool...getting an idea and moving off to once again make a dough...but not one to rise...filling all the pie pans with the dough and adding in fruits and some spoons full of sugar...dropping some butter on top and adding top crusts and placing them into the baking oven as well

~~cleaning up her mess one last time and washing everything up...smiling at the scents wafting through the Hold fresh furs...fresh breads...pies...mingling with the always present scents of paga, ale, and slowly roasting meats...moves back to kneel on the furs to settle quietly as she awaits the pies to finish baking...removes the finished pies from the oven...setting two upon the dais for the Free Men to share and then setting the rest upon the counter for any that wish them this evening...back to the kitchen she picks up a tray a plate and fork with napkin and a glass...places all to the tray...she cuts a few slices of the fresh bread...toasting them slightly tops the plate with them...drizzling a bit of the honey she gathered the other day putting a dab of butter atop a few small berries to garnish..fills the glass with some citrus juice smiles as she hopes the Hold Jarl would really like his morning meal

~~she takes the tray of breakfast and places it upon his freshly clean table...she starts to see a few of the Free Men getting some of the pies she baked...a grin comes to her face...she rushes out the room to go bathe knowing soon she will be called to service...the Hold Jarl steps into the room and up to the table as she disappears through the door...she really hopes he is proud of girl
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PostSubject: Re: 2/11/18-2/17/18   Mon Feb 12, 2018 12:36 pm

02.12.2018
11:20:32

laundry/tidies Hold Jarl's Chambers/oil lamps/candles/fire place/dishes/furs/sunbathes
taking care of calf/spaghetti & meat balls/ rolls/cake









Hold Jarls Dinner




~~after eating her breakfast pure silently peeks into the Hold Jarl's Chambers...she saw him leave just moments ago...with swiftness and accuracy she gathers all of his clothing she sees and places them into a basket to take them to the waters edge for washing along with the rep towels from yesterday use girl sets aside some of his leathers...pant... shirts and bed linens that are in dire need of mending...makes a mental note...o((she will tend to those later))ultimate care ensuring every residue of his hard days work is washed away with the vanilla scented soap she prepared just for his pleasure...the rippling water runs through the fabric...girl inspects each piece from all angles and smiles

~~She removes his clothes from the tranquil water and with her long strong fingers she wrings his clothes dry along with the rep towels..pure wanders back to Hold  and sets her Masters clothes on a line of rope she has placed between the the supply shed the barn...in the order that she was taught specified to her long ago...shirts...unmentionables...pants...they dry quickly for the wind is swirling around the yard this dayin no time the laundry is dry girl folds everything with precise and loving care...ensuring as little creases in her Masters clothing as possible...she brings her face close to one of his shirts...barely able to detect the scent of the vanilla soap girl hopes this pleases him

~~ she puts the rep cloths back in the kitchen then she brings back her work to the Hold Jarl's Chamber...as she is there she tidies up his bedding...dusts his treasures...makes his bed...fluffs and smooths the pillows always for his comfort...and places her small gift a kiss of devotion to Him upon them...looking to the 3 ft. chain that captured her to his Chamber floor where she slept last night like a bond should...she replaces the oil in all of the lamps...and places new candles scented with rosemary that she made for his pleasure at easy access for him always

~~about his Chambers girl takes the time to meticulously clean the ashes from the fireplace...boy it was in need of a good clean..shhe takes the fresh dung chips she gathered and places them in an organized pile also adding a few logs ignites them so the fire is ready for him when he returns then...scurries about the Hold picking up goblets and pots and debris left from this morning meal....he carries all she finds to the kitchen cleans them and sets them in their proper place for use again this eve

~ ~ taking all of the guest furs to the edge of the yard beating them to make them clean...supple...comfortable for whomever is to lay in them this coming day looks around the Main Hall...all is quiet...heading out side she smiles up to the sun as she heads for the barn takes the calf to bathe and run around in the sunshine....down by the waters edge she herself sunbathes to put a nice glow on her flawless skin..watching the calf jump and play in the water tickles girl to a bell laugh..they stay there a good bit then pure thinks about last night and jumps up tugging on the tiny beasts leash."hurry up lil fella pure has to make the Hold Jarl with her own two hands dinner tonight and if she wants it all to be ready for him she must start now

~~she leads the lil beast back to the barn and deposits him to be with his momma...then rushes back to the Hold...she rinses her self off some before her task of preparing Hold Jarls meal making sure her hands are clean...she opens the cold rooms door and looks about trying to think quickly before the cold engulfs her...she pulls out some Verr meat an onion some red citrus and mushrooms turning and closing the cold rooms door with a bump of her hip..travels to the counter and set them down..then to the pantry for some flour..she remembers she also needs bosk milk and some vulo eggs..gathering all she needs she starts

~~pulling down a bowl she Combine the egg, milk, and salt with a whisk...then stir in the flour a little bit at a time..she keeps stirring in the flour until she has a stiff dough...covers this dough with a clean towel and let it rest for a few...remembering notto skip this part, it’s very important for rolling the dough...after the dough has rested  it’s time to get the rolling pin...she lightly flour the surface shes working on...takes the dough out of the bowl and roll it flat...rolls it down to a thickness of an eighth or quarter..remember these are going to puff up when they get boiled..so she don’t want to make them too thick to start...after this is rolled out she lets the dough rest for another few...remembers again  not to skip skip this resting part...for if she  don’t let the dough rest,...it won’t stay stretched out when she start cutting noodles

~~after a bit it was time to cut the noodles using a sharp shell..making the dough in to long strips..laying them on a rack to dry that is by the cooking fires so the process is quicker..as the noodles dry she begins preparing the sauce..she dices up an onion..and slices the mushrooms... she sautes them up..in a big pot she places the red citrus fruit and mashes them till she has about a half a pot full she adds a small pot of water then adds salt pepper oregano basil and some garlic....and tosses in the onion and mushrooms and lets it come to a slight boil...next she tends to the Verr meat..cutting it in chunks then grinding the meat up..placing some of the meat in a skillet..then adding some bread crumbs forming them into balls placing them on a tray and places them into the oven to cook..she browns up the Verr in the skillet adding that to the sauce

~~she takes the meat balls out of the oven the smell is devine..and places them one by one into the sauce then lets the whole pot simmer...looking to the noodles she feels them and finds they are dry..taking out a pot filling it half way with salted water..she takes the noodles by the hand full dropping them into the boiling water one by one she stirs to make sure they do not stick..she checks to see if they are done by pulling one out tossing it from hand to hand to cool it some and takes a bite fining there are perfect....she tosses the noodle to the slop bucket... drains the water off the noodles and adding them to the sauce stirs to make sure each noodle get a bath of sauce...

~~leaving the pot to stay warm till this eve..she cleans up her mess..then starts to make fresh rolls for tonight's meal...getting them into the oven quickly so they will be nice and warm...she also whips up a vanilla cake with white frosting decorating it with some fresh berries...the rolls having finished baking as she places the cake in to cook she lays the rolls to the counter and cover them with a clean rep cloth...she cuts the berries up and makes the icing..when the cake is cooked she places it to cool in the window..then rushes off to bathe and make her self look presentable

~~returning from taking a bath she takes the cake from the window..places it on a plate and frosts it adding the berries for a garnish...placing the cake on the counter next to the rolls..cleaning up her mess...checking around to make sure she has everything ready checking off her list spaghetti and meatballs...rolls..cake...clean slave..clean kitchen and Main Hall..clean Hold Jarl's Chambers..."oh yeah" she says..then rushes to the cold room and grasps a bottle of red wine...she lets in sit in a bath of ice....she smiles and wiggles off to wander the yard...no telling what she might find interesting today...hoping she will be in the Hold Jarl's kindness today
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PostSubject: Re: 2/11/18-2/17/18   Tue Feb 13, 2018 12:40 am

02.13.2018
01:33:41

twine/gathers clay/makes clay shells/assures dinner is ready/bathes





~~pure knew she would need some string at some point today to make twine so...o(why not now) she thinks to herself as she eats her breakfast it would be so helpful in hanging things out to dry...tying packages up from big to small...she had an idea while doing dishes the night before...and so today she would see if it would work...prone to accidents as if it were her first nature...she thought how much trouble can you get into with just a few pieces of string

~~girl makes her way through the yard...feeling the ground against her bare feet and the wind against her face... combing her long golden mane with her fingers as she lifted it off her neck...pausing in the sun...closing her eyes as she felt the heat...looking inside the storage shed...almost startled by some noise in the opposite side of the yard...she caught herself against the side...it was going to take time to get used the creatures...especially those sleens "Yikes!" pure rummaged through the shelving until she found two rolls of string...taking them each back to the Hold to the slave furs where she would begin

~~before she returned...however...she stopped to ask one of the Out Riders who last night was drinking black wine if he might please help and the look He gave her indicated no...just short of begging...she batted long lashes and pursed pink kissable lips speaking in a helpless voice as she asked once more...while also conveniently smooching her breasts together inches from His face "Jarl?? please could You help pure she just needs some string cut...she would be soooo thankful"...and with that she had success

~~OUTRIDER>>>>>>>> grumbles under his breath..."slaves...huh...thinks she can sweet talk and get what they want....grunt"...takes out his dagger and cut the slave a few pieces of string...then winks at her...hearing the Out Rider grumble under his breath pure knew she better get...she even saw Him wink when she turned to go...giving Him his own private wiggle of fine sweet ass as a thank you

~~sitting down on furs...smiling to herself silly like...legs outstretched before her she arranged the lines of string into three bundles...each of them relative in length to the other...taking the first three pieces and making a knot at the end she hooked the knot to her tiny toe and then began braiding the three pieces of string together...it worked well to take the first and bring it over the second then take the third string and loop it around

~~~still believed her plan could work...yet it began to take it's toll on her small toe...taking the second piece of string braid and tying it on the end of the first...it was important to pull the string tight so it would make for solid twine...it ended up to where she was adding one woven batch to the other until she had run out of string...it wasn't until she began to roll it up and wait to proudly show the Hold Jarl what she had done that she realized she could not get the small knot off her toe

~~walking back out and over to the Out Rider this time a lot less confident...she wondered what He must have thought...seeing her with twine tied to her toes as she heaved over a big roll...not wanting to explain she gave Him a look that showed she was humiliated and her best pout face...~~ OUTRIDER>>>> seeing the girl return with the string tied to her toe he and his friends...laugh till they almost cry...he take her foot...and take his dagger and cut the string from her little toe...pats her on her ass and motions her to go...pure stalked off to the supply shed hoping no one else saw!

~~pure pouts a bit..then thinks yeah it was funny,..and chuckles to her self placing the twine on the shelf...then exits the supply shed...looking about for something else she wanted to do..but could not put a finger on it just yet...snaps fingers...and says "ahhh yes clay"... turns to the supply shed again to gather bucket and shovel takes four pails and a shovel down to the waters edge... legs wade into the water moving her feet around along the bottom...toes squishing in the sands trying to find the clay

~~finding several spots she stabs long sticks in the water to show her where to dig...taking up the shovel she digs into the water and clay coming up with shovels full...dumping the sticky mess into the bucket digging up one spot then moving on to the next...girl fills the pails up to heaping...she takes the first pail up with the shovel she cleans shovel off hanging it back in the supply shed the clay she covers the top with a large wet rep cloth to keep it wet and slides it off to the left

~~girl takes two more trips...repeating the same process for all but then returns to the last pail...she takes an empty bucket and takes a large wad of the sticky stuff and puts it in her own pail covering each pail with a wet cloth she slides the fourth pail towards the others and heads back to the slave furs to work on something with the clay...she works til she has made what she has wanted...she digs up the fire pit with the hot coals in the bottom laying the newly formed shells of clay upside down in the coals she covers them with the rest of the fire and watches it...letting it bake...adding tiny logs to the fire to keep it burning hot at late night she let the fire die low and burn out so she can pull the baked clay from the ashes in the morning

~~rising up she goes to the kitchen and washes her hands...freeing them of the clay and the soot from the fire pit....looking about sees every thing in order thankfully she woke early to get things done....blackwine simmering...meat and cheese tray made...she still has that fruit salad in the cool pit...and the vulo wings still warming on the pit...and rolls from yesterday still plentiful she retreats to take a bath making herself nice and clean for tonight's service knowing the Hold Jarl nay likes a dirty bond

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PostSubject: Re: 2/11/18-2/17/18   Wed Feb 14, 2018 7:16 am

02.14.2018
08:06:37

mending the laundry







~~pure bounds over to the laundry off the kitchen with the grace of deer and flips open the door...quickly finding the clothes and sheets that needed mending she brought down fro the Hold Jarl's Chambers...holding up the shirt looking at it. hmmm...torn during hunting? a smirk on pures face...she bends to take the clothing and her sewing needs rushing back to Main Hall to sit on the furs by the fires

~~girl easing to kneel quietly begins her task...lifting the shirt into her lap...his scent rising to her nose...she inhales slowly then exhales...a shake of her golden tresses brings her back to her task...reaching into the basket taking the sewing bone needle...threading it...oppss..missed...tries again...tongue snaking out trying to help herself...ahh...smiles as she sees it go through...tying the ends together

~~lifting his shirt twirling it round and round in her lap trying to figure out which is which...grins as she decides to start from the top and go down...lifting the sleeve...carefully beginning to sew...humming a happy little slave tune...finishing the last stitch she hold it up for inspection....sweet sapphire eyes blink quickly...uh ohhhh...don't think it's supposed to look like that but ok

~~lowers her eyes again to her task as she threads the needle closing the cloth on the tear in the back of the shirt...holding it up to the sunlight being sure it's is not see through...lusty eyes roam the shirt checking for any other parts of the shirt that needed mending...chuckles moving back to the sleeve undoing the stitches on the sleeve and mending it correctly...finding the most lovely color of pink...will fix the shirt so Jarl can find it easily...a soft tune tumbling from her lips.. she sews a  pink letter on it

~~a small letter p ( for pure ) smiles all contented knowing she has done her task well she mends the waist of his leathers and the hem on a pair of his pants then sews up the tear in the bed sheets..it had to be fixed...her chore of mending finished she scurries back to laundry leaving the sewing basket and folding the sheet and bedding it with it's mate

~~up to his Chambers she leaves his leathers and pants...leaving his shirt on the fur knowing now He can find it quite easily...bounds out of the Chambers to the slaves furs to rest in the Main Hall slipping to her knees...lowers her head softly laughing...knowing the Hold Jarl will enjoy her handiwork moans softly at the thoughts of maybe getting a swat or two from it
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PostSubject: Re: 2/11/18-2/17/18   Thu Feb 15, 2018 8:14 am

02.15.2018
09:13:13

taking care of kill/feeding sleens/torches/bath/dinner







~~hears Jarl Thunderbolt bellow about a kill that he has left by the kitchen door...the tarsk ugly lays on the ground cleanly killed leaving the skin perfect for uses round the Hold...pure runs off to the storage shed taking out varies cutting stones...some shaped scooped an angled to help skin an gut the beast...drags out a thick kettle an bucket carting all to the side of the shed...pure drags the kill to a tripod set up with a heavy rence rope..ties it securely an lifts the animal up tugging furiously with the help of stones attached for leverage...wraps the end after hoisting up the animal so it barley touches the ground


~~cutting off the tail hooves an tusks laying to the side for pastes an powders...skins the meat loosening it with precise movements working the cutting stone up an down peeling it away...removes the hide laying to the side to be cured...plunges the point of the cutting stone deep into the belly with a bucket below to catch the guts...liver an intestines spill out with blood...uses the scooped stone cupping out all the insides filling the bucket to be fed to the sleens

~~lets the meat drain while beginning to carve off the layers of fat placing it in the kettle...works round an round freeing the thick fat putting the heavy wedged in the pot...drags the kettle over to one of the cooking fires having placed several dung chips to flame up a roaring fire...heaves the pot up on the hook suspends it over the flames from the center point...letting the fat melt an cook down slowly overnight for Tharlarion oil

~~she cuts shanks...ribs an tarsk steaks rubbing each portion in heavy salt to preserve, then wraps snugly in rep cloth tying up with strings of rence...places in the cooling pit ready for a days menu...takes the skin laying to the side staking it out to the ground to dry ready to be cured the next day...carries the buckets of guts to the sleens cages sharing the contents with each one pouring in their trough...grabs the water bowls an gives fresh an sets them back keeping a close distance pushing it back with a long stick avoiding the gnashing teeth engulfing the food.

~~frowning as she lifts her head...looking up to the darkening sky...stomach flopping sickeningly as she realizes she has forgotten to refill the torches today...leaping to her feet she darts towards the supply shed taking the steps two at a time and disappearing inside the large shed full of everything one could possibly need..searching eyes roam the kegs and casks...finding a small cask that she knows is filled with oil for the torches...she snakes both hands out and grabs it...grunting as she lifts the heavy cask...nearly dragging it back down the steps...taking them one at a time on the return trip down

~~ her now-heavy steps take her to the outskirts of the yard...carefully hoisting the cask...pouring the oil into the first torch...then moving on to the second... tipping the vessel until the thick liquid fills the torch....her path takes her slowly around the perimeter of the yard... filling each and every torch...occasionally she finds a torch that must have been bumped or rubbed on by one of the itchy bosk...she then lower the cask and wiggles and push the torch into an upright position...making sure it is deep in the ground before refilling it

~~finally her path circles her back around to the supply shed as the vessel grows empty...by now it should be easy to carry but her arms are so tired from lifting and pouring that it seems to weigh as much as a bosk... glancing up to the sky once more...smiling as she see the moons beginning to rise...grateful that she was able to complete her chore before the entire Hold was in the dark for a night...she reaches into the fire pit and gathers a lit piece of wood and she dances around the yard lighting the torches twirling from one to the other till the yard is lite up like a sunny day....she tosses the piece of wood back in the fire along with two more logs

~~knows it is about time for the Hold Jarl to be arriving home..pure quickly takes a bath and freshens up from doing chores...returns to the kitchen checking on the Hold Jarl's dinner...making sure it is staying warm enough for him...she stirs the skillet of vulo fried rice fluffing the rice some...the cupcakes she made look tempting to eat but knows she made these just for the Free to consume..the blackwine still simmering..lips turn upright as she sees all is in order..then she twirls around and dances her way to the main room to kneel at the slave furs and waits to be of service

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PostSubject: Re: 2/11/18-2/17/18   Sat Feb 17, 2018 1:10 pm

02.16.2018
13:58:45

plates/bread/cookies/dinner/bath







~~pure adds more of the pink paint dust to the small cup holding it with a multicolored hand and sticky fingers...giggles as she tosses in some water and begins to stir slowly, adding a little more of the powder to thicken it...sets it down seeing it has the right mix and crosses her legs leaning back against one of the tree stumps...takes up a plate from a stack of newly baked plates waiting for decoration...lifts the brush and rolls the tip along the pots edge bringing it to a point...with her tongue slightly sticking out in concentration she narrows her eyes as she holds a steady hand and bring the brush's tip to meet the plate smooth surface with a slow yet precise swish she makes a dainty petal repeating in a small circle...creating a delicate flower...following the edge of the plate...she dips the brush in the pot again and repeats each step until completing the plates edge

~~swishing the brush in a bowl of water...she takes up another more tapered brush and dip it in the waiting white...dotting the middle of each flower with a center...then seeing the pink petals have dried...
takes it and rolling it on the rim of the white pot of paint adds some dimension to the pattern with highlights of white ever so often on the petals...next takes up the green and follows the white center strokes with a swish to brighten the flowers with a stem...holds the plate up in the sunshine and smiles at the cheery pattern...then her gaze goes back to the stack of newly made plates and sighs with a grin at the work in store for her...

~~picks up 2 other brushes and dips them in the green and along side that paint another pot of darker green, rotating between the two...she press hairs for the brush along side of the flowers to fan out for wispy leaves...continuing them in and in and out pattern to follow each flower...then goes back and shadows some with the darker green for more depth adds more highlights with the whites and yellows bringing it to near as real as possible with each shadow and hues...smiles as she sets it in the rack for the clear coating to seal it and grins..hoping it will please Hold Jarl even if they are girly..then takes up the next plate and begins again...

~~the task of painting plate finished...moving about the kitchen blue wide eyes as they sparkle washing her hands making sure to dry them...looking around in the cupboard for a bread tin...getting a little butter...rubs it around the inside of the tray placing it to the side...taking a hand full of the satarna flour putting some on the bench ...to be used later...putting a cup full of the flour in a bowl... softly humming...adds in some backing powder then some of the yeast so the bread will rise having those amazing pockets of air with in the bread that seem to just pop with flavor as you bite into it...mixing it all with a bit of verr milk getting her hands into the bowl kneading it a little till its a bit sticky taking it from the bowl rolling it in the flour

~~kneading it a bit more...flour going all over the place...rubbing the tip of her nose leaving a little there...putting it back in the bowl covering it...placing it out side to rise a little in the sun so the yeast can work its magic...looking around quickly cleaning up her mess...tho forgetting the flour on her face...after half hour had past she looks and checks on the bread dough seeing it had rose right to the top...bringing it back to the bench only using a little flour this time needing it some more making sure plenty of air got in it so when it cooked...it would have those holes in it

~~kneading it out once more rolling it into a large ball...placing it inside the tins she had prepared earlier...putting it in the tin...checking the cooking fires if it is hot enough placing it in...closing the door making sure none of the heat escapes as it cooks she cleans the dishes...softly humming...folding a rep cloth a few times took the side of the tray...putting on the bench turning it over the bread falling out with ease ...washing it the container...covering the bread....will cut it to order when needed...washing hands washes flour off her nose

~~turns about thinking about the Hold Jarl's dinner...the makes way to the cold room and chooses a nice thick bosk steak...and a hand full of  string beans...and a few of the little suls...taking them to the counter as she shuts the door to the cool room with a bump of her hip...she can smell the cookies cooking knowing they must be done baking she check the ovens and low and behold they are perfect she allows them to cook before plating them...she fills a pot with some water tossing in the hand full of string beans with a little tarsk fat mushrroms salt and pepper setting the pot to boil...cutting the little suls so they fan open she adds some melted butter to them puts them on a tray and sticks them in the oven to roast....she takes the bosk steak and seasons it with garlic salt pepper...

~~into the hot skillet it goes a loud sizzle is heard...she allows it to cook for about five minutes then turns it over for another  five minutes..pulls a platter down and plates the bosk steak steaming and hot... along side she places the string beans...she also plates a few slices of the fresh bread and the roasted suls...on a tiny plate...she takes a few of the snicker doodles and ties some twine on them stacks them to the plate with two single ones...setting all to a tray...looking around she smiles seeing all is well except for beverage...she reaches for two goblets fills one with bosk milk and the other with red wine

~~she takes the tray to the Hold Jarl's table then rushes to the baths to clean up for the evening knowing soon she will be called to service...and she knows the Hold Jarl would prefer her to be her best for him and not just some plain jane...she hustles for a fluffy towel and bathing needs like soap oils powder and perfume and brush...and takes her time making herself presentable for him..when finished she makes her way to the Main Hall kneels and awaits to be of service

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PostSubject: Re: 2/11/18-2/17/18   Sat Feb 17, 2018 1:25 pm

02.17.2018
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tend to vulo / stocking fires /collecting dung/bath/lunch





~~pure lifts to her feet and moves through the Hold...sky blue eyes peek about as she makes her way to the supply she...climbs up the stairs and slips inside pushing the door aside...moves within the shed and takes up the empty basket she made...grabs an empty bucket pushes it into the barrel of feed for the vulo...fills it about half way and then makes her way with basket and bucket to the entrance of the shed...
descends the stairs and smiles as feet whisper though the yard moves toward the vulo pen and sets the empty basket to the ground...reaches into the bucket with feed and takes a handful

~~tosses it upon the ground and watches as the birds begin to gather around and peck at it...tosses handful after handful until the bucket is empty...moves to the barrel of water close by and fills the bucket with the water...slips into the vulo pen pours the water into the container for them and then slips inside where the nests are...moves long the nests and gathers the eggs noting the pens have been mucked she goes to the fence and grabs a bundle of hay and tosses some fresh then fluffs up the nests with some fresh hay

~~after she gently places the eggs gently into the baskets...filling it up with fresh eggs while the vulo eat...turns and quickly slips from the pen...makes her way to the kitchen and goes inside...sets the basket to the counter and takes down two big bowls...transfers the eggs to the bowls and then takes the basket and bucket back to the shed...comes back to the kitchen lifts both bowls in her arms and then enters the cold room spotting a place in the back and sets them to the  shelf and smiles setting the bowls of eggs there to stay nice and fresh...brushes hands along thighs as she exits the cold room

~~smiles softly and moves back through the HOLD...checking the fires she adds small logs to them to make sure they burn hot enough for the day...checks the blackwine that is brewing above the cooking fire...inhales the strong aroma as she stirs it gently she goes back to the vulo pens with a sack and gathers all the feathers she can and takes and places them in the supply shed for making pillows she enters the kitchen  and washes her hand then turns the bosk on the spit so that it cooks evenly...crosses the room to enter the Main Hall ...takes kneel upon the slave furs...lifting up a basket with some sewing inside she begins to work on quilt she wishes to make for Hold Jarl's bed

~~looks at the sky...sighs softly...early afternoon...time to get the dung sacks filled sighs again for she misses serving the Hold Jarl when he is gone tending to business...setting the sewing aside she heads to the supply shed taking one of the large bags from the floor...she heads out into the open fields where the bosk have been roaming the soft long grasses brushing against her long legs as she weaves through them heading towards where mainly the bosk have been grazing...checking the pads by turning over making sure that they are dry before placing into the bag...then moving to the next

~~dreaming of times past when things were not as now as she places more and more chips into the bag...dragging it behind as it fills...knowing she would rather be filling the bag with the chips than have to sleep in the bag if not filled...she continues to gather more and more of the dry chips...it is nice out here with out the noise of the yard with others tending to their chores...she watches some of the OutRiders fixing a fence she smiles and waves as she works more...finally dragging the heavy full bag back to yard by the supply shed...and laying it in the pile of full bags near the big tree that shades the yard during the noon hour

~~smelling of bosk dung she heads off to wash before making sure that lunch is on and ready for the Hold Jarl's return...taking a fluffy towel and the vanilla soap that she loves the scent of on her fresh smooth skin...heads down to the waters edge...dipping into the cool water...refreshing herself...stalls just a little to float around and just look at the clouds in the sky...quickly exiting the water dries herself off..and on her trek back to the Hold she dries her hair...combing to get the tangles out before entering the kitchen...deposits the towel to the laundry and the soap and comb to the supply cupboard..twirling on her toes to get Hold Jarl's lunch

~~takes out a tray a bowl and two plates with utensils and a napkin and a mug...setting them to the tray...lifting the tray going over to the counter and gets a small loaf of bread cutting it long ways then in half the slides cooking fires she shaves off some of the bosk meat and tops the bread with it along with some of the meats juices...ladles into the bowl some of the vegetable soup...then chooses a chocolate tart for Hold Jarl's sweet tooth...taping the ale barrel filling the mug with the frothy brew...carefully walking to where the Hold Jarl sits in the Main Hall setting the tray to his table..then pure once again kneels to the slave few and continues her sewing..humming a sweet tune as she does so

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