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PostSubject: 2/18/18-2/24/18   Mon Feb 19, 2018 1:21 pm

02.18.2018
11:09:47

breakfast/a few projects/washing towels/bath/sewing







~~waking at the crack of dawn pure takes to the kitchen and prepares the Hold Jarl's breakfast...fixing scrambles vulo eggs...fried tarsk stripes diced fried sul...some sartana cakes toast and blackwine...taking out the tray plates syrup butter bread and preparing the meal with a smile to her lips along with a song..flipping...frying pouring making sure the Hold Jarl's breakfast is just right

~~while she waits on the tarsk strips to fry...she eats a bowl of the slave gruel with a end piece of last nights bread..and a healthy cup of verr milk to go along with it...scooping up the strips setting them to the plate...then butters the bread and toasts it some...adding a scoop of butter to the pancakes...lifting the tray she takes it to the Main Hall...ever so carefully setting the tray to his side table...then fetching a mug of blackwine..knowing he likes it dark and strong

~~she remembers she has a few projects she has been working on and rushes to finish them up...heading to the supply shed she finds the clay figure she made and the little shells...to the shells she adds a wick and some lamp oil...then takes them up to the Hold and places them around for more lighting...picking a small piece of wood that is lite from the fire place and dances around lighting them...oh how they twinkle she thinks...she knows the Hold Jarl will appreciate being able to see better in the light

~~hopping back to the supply shed she takes the small figurine she made of clay...and takes out her paints and begins to bring it to life...adding brown to look like wood with black stripes takes a few pebbles she had found and puts them in with some glue she made from flour and water...the figure looks great...running outside to fetch some dirt and the little plant that was in distress and uses the piece as a planter...when finished she takes the planter and sets it on a table near the window so it can thrive on the sunlight in the Main Hall

~~the little figure sure makes the place look nice...with its expression it can only gain smiles in the Hold when looked upon...back at the supply shed some of the other clay molds she empties look like little rocks she sets candles to them...takes them to the front door of the Hold and lines the walkway with them and lights them...so ones who travels the pathway can find their way...having made breakfast and finished her project except for the quilt to which she is still sewing on

~~she gathers her sewing and sets it by the fireplace and hurries to do two last chores...one of washing the towels she dyed red and green with the dyed soap she she made a while back...thinking to her self...she must stop starting things she can't finish in a days time...she giggles to herself...hanging the towels out to dry in the afternoon air she takes to going to clean up...she knows there must be some paint and dirt on her and some oil and wax...gathering a towel vanilla soap and a brush...walks to the waters edge

~~there she dips in the water washing her body and hair and sink in the depth to rinse off...giggles as she watches the bubbles float down stream...stepping out of the water she dries off...strolls back to the Hold brushing her hair...the vanilla scent of slave flesh lingers behind her...she deposits the towel to the laundry basket and the soap and comb to the cabinet...remembering the towels on the line knowing they are dry...for the light breeze had to kiss them many times...she unpins the towels from the line and fold each then beds the towel with
the others in the laundry room to be used

~~looking about she smiles and then prances in the Main Hall sitting next to the fires on the slave furs and takes up her sewing knowing soon she will be able to make Hold Jarl bed with the blue and white quilt she is making...she wants him to be comfortable as can be and the quilt should do the job....threading needle after need she works

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PostSubject: Re: 2/18/18-2/24/18   Mon Feb 19, 2018 1:28 pm

02.19.2018
14:22:47

tending to herbs/the lil plant/sweeps/fire pit/furs/fruit trees/water/bath/dinner/sewing













~~slipping in quietly from the yard...lush curves while long legs sweeps by one another that leads her to the kitchen dark lashes flutters of aqua eyes that takes note of the herbs and the attention they need while giving a quick glance to the garden out back...until her gaze finally settles on the little plant...squatting down in the kitchen...dainty hands pushes apart several dishes until she finds the prize just where she left it...in the far corner...a tender smile shapes her lips as she takes out the cracked pitcher and lifts up with a twirl that sends golden locks fanning out around her...ambling with a quiet grace to the water barrel she dips in the pitcher to fill it before treading on highly arched feet to the first planter

~~with no great fanfare...she goes about watering the herbs while plucking off the dead and give a pinch back of the leggy stems just as pink lips releases a little humming tune and her mind goes back over the talk Hold Jarl and her had the other night...she moves onto the next planter and ponders his words while trying her best to not let the lack of respect shown Him crawl too far beneath sun kissed flesh...trying being the operative word

~~a little shake of her head sends tresses dancing about her face and the gentle slope of narrow shoulders as she moves yet again to the next plant...each time taking the care to pinch back and remove the dead...she accidentally over waters that little sucker as she got lost in the thoughts of his kiss and the way her body always quakes and quivers...not to mention the little flips and somersaults her stomach twists into when he is around...a tiny giggle escapes pink lips while her hips wiggles from side to side and she mumbles to herself "been like that for several ahns now, pure"

~~hearing the words out loud...even by her own quiet voice...causes her to pause...turning around slowly...aqua eyes taking in her surroundings thinks back over the ahns and the memories...bringing smiles and little sweeps of a frown to her lips at times...knowing how much time she has spent...not just in the Hold...but in solace always working on something and working out issues with her thoughts at hand...it dawns on her that this is still her home..his Home...half laughing to herself...she ambles back to the water barrel and refills before continuing on to finish her task

~~moving onto the little plant...now that all of the rest has been carefully tended to...she frowns a little as she sees it isn't in the best of shape but is holding on...giving the little green beauty a drink...she plucks off the dead leaves and gives a tiny shake to the pot hoping to loosen some of the soil and give a little respite to the bound roots...all the while a smile lifts her lips as she leans down and whispers to the little plant that could "The Hold Jarl will be so pleased to see you all pretty when he returns...just keep growing...

~~turning back to the kitchen...she returns the cracked pitcher to the little hidden spot and rises up while running the palms of small hands down over the flat expanse of her belly...while she looks about once more...finally...she turns to the corner...takes up a broom and raises it...bristle side up drapes a rep cloth to it the raises it above her head...her slow gait causing the subtle swing of hips...slender arms extended as she drags the broom over the ceiling and all the little corners...clearing out spiderwebs as she goes before dragging the broom down in all the corners and nooks and crannies of the kitchen...ensure no spot is untouched...she crinkles her nose and gives a few spiders that tries to escape a good swat or two of the broom before moving on

~~going about with a lighter step...she moves all the furs and gives the entire Hall a good sweeping until the debris and dust has met it's match out the door...the heat of the morning and her exercise causes a little pink tint to lay with the freckles on her skin as she swiftly knots up glossy locks at the nap of her neck...returning back to the tasks at hand...replacing the furs after a good shaking completed...she turns her attention to the fire pit...seeing a good bank of ashes and no embers she immediately goes about taking up the old ash pale and scoop

~~as she scoops out the ashes...she is getting dirty as she ponders how any northern girl can clean out a fire pit without getting soot on their silks...laughing a bit as she works and smears some of the ashes on her face without realizing it...she thinks it is way more fun to clean it out naked...the post bath inspection by Hold Jarl is so much fun...realizing the bucket is filled and pit empty...she lifts up...grabbing the pail as she goes...and walks to the garden...circling the outside...she carefully goes about dumping the ashes at the base of the three fruit trees that are being threatened with overgrowth...she steps back and takes another hard look at the garden

~~as her mind begins to list out what needs to be done and what she needs to do the job...she goes about carefully staking wood in the now cleaned pit and adding the kindling...taking up the flint...it only takes trained hands a few flicks and lots of her breaths to entice the dance of a small flame that grows as it feeds on the wood and reflects in aqua eyes...realizing with a start that the fire is again going "well" she laughs a bit as she goes about refilling the kettle of water she smiles a little more as she takes another glance around before her vision of her soot covered body...a frown shapes her pretty features as she ponders what to do...turns back to the Hold with a tender smile before ambling down the path towards the waters edge and a much needed bath

~~after her bath she gathers up a couple bowls a few plates a tray...utensils...napkin...then looks around thinking what would Hold Jarl like for his dinner...seeing a fresh batch of clams thinks maybe he will like some steamed clams and garlic noodles..then sets out to make just that...filling a pot with fresh water some salt and pepper and a slab of butter...and two hand fulls of the fresh clean clams and places them to the flame on the cooking fires and awaits the water to boil so the clams open she knows the ones that do not are not good to eat...in the mean time she makes a batch of dough...cuts the dough placing on a tray and cooks them in the oven

~~to a small pan she places a good bit of chocolate chips adding a bit of butter and melting the chocolates slowly...she checks on the clams the water is now coming to a boil..she smiles seeing all the clams opening up...glad none had to be wasted...she spoons the clams into a bowl with some of the broth...with a tospit wedge...setting that to the tray...she fills the pot again with water salt and rushes to the pantry to get a bag of noodles she had left over from the other night they are plenty dry and knows the water bath will spring them to life

~~wiggling her hips side to side as she prepares the Hold Jarl's dinner...trying to make sure everything is good...the noodles being done she pours off the salt water adds some butter and some garlic bathing the noodles with such..then adds to a bowl topping it off with some parsley stetting that to the tray as well...she takes the dough out of the oven placing them on a plate and adding powdered sugar to make them sweet...to the plate she adds a little cup of chocolate that has finished melting for a dipping sauce knowing this should please the Hold Jarl's sweet tooth...placing the plate on the tray along with napkin and utensils

~~mixing up a batch of corn cake dough...and frying up a few corn cakes to go along with the dinner to sop up the clam juice...grabbing a mug she fills it with the frosty ale then set it to the tray..cleans up the kitchen...then takes the tray to the Hold Jarl's side table walking proudly with it...she then takes to the slave furs and continues on the quilt..looking out the window at some of the thralls doing their chores...and Jarl Thunderbolt making sure they get them right...she giggles and continues sewing awaiting the Hold Jarl to come to dinner after his busy day...perhaps after dinner she can treat him to a massage and a bath...sighs gleefully

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PostSubject: Re: 2/18/18-2/24/18   Tue Feb 20, 2018 1:51 pm

02.20.2018
14:39:48

boots/bread/lunch/bath/quilt









~~gathering all the boots as she saw them making sure she remembered where they were placed as she walked to a corner placing all the boots down...Lining the boots making sure the pairs stayed together as she went to grab the things needed to shine the boots...Dipping a cloth using bees wax not wanting to ruin the boots any as she rubs the tips of each boot then working in small circles to bigger ones as she shines the whole boot ...thin layers of the make of wax not to much but not to little

~~doing this till dull smooth shine appears...moving to lay on the final layer of bees wax with a damp cloth until perfect shine is seen on every pair of boots...blowing her breath along the sides of each boot as she works to shine cleaning the under of each boot as well...making sure there was no dirt rocks or anything in the underneath of the boots...having a new cloth for each boot and soap wanting to make sure not to just rub around dirt on the boots any...once done she placed all the cloths in the used basket and soap away moving the boots back to where they were

~~moving to slice a tender ripe peach into small slices placing them into a small pot...adding enough citrus juice to the pot to cover the fruits...adding a spoonful of honey to the mixture and lightly coat it with white sugar...cooking the sauce on a low heat brings it to a slow simmer then cooking it down to a thick sauce...making sure to be very careful removing the tarsk from the bowl of marinade and brush the peach sauce over the meat...laying it down on the grill to sear the sweet taste of peaches into the meat...coating the top of the meat with more sauce making sure to allow the meat to cook for 5 ehn...then moving to coat the top with more of the sauce turning the meat on the grill adding more sauce to the top then cooking it just right

~~while the tarsk is cooking she goes to clean her hands off and dry from touching the meat...moving to take out a clean large bowl...adds some palm oil...bosk milk...sa-tarna flour salt into the bowl...slowly adding warm water stirring constantly to the mixture...placing the dough on a clean work space dusting it well with sa-tarna flour also flouring her hands...using the heel of her hands to compress and push dough away from her...folding it back over itself...giving the dough a little turn and repeat...putting her body weight into the motion getting into a rhythm...keeping this up till she was able to push her finger into the dough and the indentation on it remained...placing the dough on a bread pan marking it into right sections and placing into the oven to bake...

~~with cloths wrapped tight around her hands not to burn them she takes the suls from the oven placing them to the side to cool some...removing the baked bread from the oven cutting where she marked it making eight thick slices of bread...washing...drying and checking a large plate and serving tray...placing two slices of bread on the plate on the right side of the plate...taking the tarsk from the grill to cut up some thick slices of the meat placing it on the plate and the suls form the oven after removing all the rosemary stems away from it as they can be bitter on another...drizzling the thick peach over the meat...folding up a rep cloth onto the serving tray placing clean utensils to the side

~~looking to the counter and seeing the fried dough she made this morning she put one on a plate dusting it with powder sugar knowing the Hold Jarl has that sweet tooth she has to satisfysittting it to the tray..she then lifts the tray and takes the Hold Jarls lunch and places it to his side table carfully..then twirls around to fetch him a beverage thinking some juice would be nice...she takes a globlet and fills it full of the ramsberry juice not to sweet or tart and places the goblet to the tray on his side table

~~noting the time she needs to rush to get clean then she will have time to finish the quilt she is making for the Hold Jarl's bed...to the kitchen she sprints getting a towel soap and the comb and make way to the wash tub...she fills it with warm water then emerges herself in and takes a bath..gotta be clean for the Hold Jarl knowing he likes the bond from the Isle to be at their best...she rinses off cleans the tub out combs her hair..then takes her bath supplies and places them where they go stopping only to add some vanilla scent to her freshly clean flesh

~~she takes up the quilt and takes it to the Main Hall sits on the window ledge and finishes the last stitches it will take to bring the quilt to it's final destiny...threading the needle gently and tying a knot to the end she gathers up the hem and starts to sew it..taking careful care of the fabric...humming a little tune as she finishes up..."ahhh"she says finished and she bites of the thread putting the needle and thread to the sewing basket...Jarl Thunderbolt walks in as she does and remarks that the quilt looks great as pure hold it up the best she can standing on tips toes..she thanks him leaving a smile for him to remember..folds up the quilt..then places the sewing basket back to the supply closet

~~upstairs she she carries the quilt taking two steps at a time she wishes to get the quilt to the Hold Jarls bed as quickly as she can..opens his door to his Chambers crossing to the bed..she unfolds the quilt and places it neatly upon his bed...taking her hands across the quilt to get the wrinkles out...she then places a kiss to the right hand corner..hoping if the quilt will not keep him warm then her kiss would..she turns and dances out of the room with a grin on her face...she makes way to the barn to check on the lil calf to see how he has grown

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PostSubject: Re: 2/18/18-2/24/18   Wed Feb 21, 2018 2:35 pm

02.21.2018
15:27:27

stew/bread/lunch/deer/bath/slushy/told about deer






​~~grabbing out a big clean cauldron pouring in some fresh water as she moves it over the fire pit to heat up....she starts to cut up a stone of suls making them cubed sized with the cutting rock on the main counter...a full head of tur-pah finely shredded with three full kes roots cut up fine...making sure wash the vegetables down patting them dry as she places them in a clean bowl on the counter...as she gathers everything else she needed some two spoonfuls palm oil...three korts...two tef of beans...two tef of peas...spoonful of majoram...pepper...yellow salt and parsley

~~mixing both these and the vegetables into the cauldron of warming water on the fire...now to make a stew not a soup she added some sa tarna flour to thicken into a stew...sullage was something that could be made many ways but the way she learned was to add three peaches cutting up into small chunks with some rence rice...a mug of ka la na for the nice color as the Hold Jarl ate the sullage...the final touch was three mugs of chopped up bosk meat could use verr meat as well but wanted bosk for now....simmering over a low heat till the meat was cooked through

~~moving to wash...dry a bowl and utensils to eat the stew with...pulling out a serving tray and platter like a sheet from under the bed with a soft pop...moving to wash each with gentle hands checking the edges as she dried the platter and tray off shining and rubbing till she saw herself back upon it...placing them on a clean counter as she went to stir the stew making sure none of it stuck to the sides as she goes to slice up some pears placing the slices along the right of the platter in a little bowl

~~once she was sure the stew was done smelling it to see if it had enough spices in it wanting it just right for the Hold Jarl...ladling the stew into the clean bowl till almost full leaving some room to eat with ease...placing the bowl on the platter moving the fruit around the bowl some to be there for the Hold Jarl and look pleasing to the eyes...placing a thick slice of bread at the top with a dollop of butter...she places the dinner to the Hold Jarl's side table then runs off to bathe

~~while she was at the waters edge she looked up the hell and saw two  deer walking...she makes a mental note to tell Jarl Thunderbolt so he and the Outriders where to hunt..she stands on a rock looking down at her reflection as she towle herself off...smiling seeing the way she looks...turns and makes it back to the Hold..remembers she needs to give the Hold Jarl some sort of beverage she decides a nice cool treat would be nice and to the ice shed she takes a bowl and she shaves off some of the ice block before rushing back to the kitchen setting the bowl down on the counter

~~she plucks a little pan adding a little water and some sugar to make a simple syrup and sets it to the flames to infuse...while it starts to warm she gets some ta grapes and mashes them up in a bowl then places in a goblet along with the shaved ice...then as the syrup completes she pours that onto the ice in the goblet...walking the goblet to rest with the rest of Hold Jarl's meal...she grins then rushes off to tell Jarl Thunderbolt about the deer

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PostSubject: Re: 2/18/18-2/24/18   Thu Feb 22, 2018 9:55 am

02.22.2018
10:44:13

collecting dirty dishes/wash dishes/cook dinner/bathe/awaiting











~~when pure heard no one had need for her she had lifted from the slave furs...the brush of bare feet brushed along the floor of the Main Hall as she winded about...fingers curling along discarded bowls...tankards and other vessels within. setting them atop of each other...stacking them to help aide her in carrying a bit more as she continued to gather discarded vessels

~~there was a bit of clacking of the vessels together as she moved off and towards the kitchen...as she disappeared from view there was a clatter that could have been heard as she set the items down atop of the counter...lashes fluttered as she inhaled softly before it was released slowly...she crouched down to drag out two bins and she set them atop of the counter too...a pot taken as she filled it with water and set it over the fire and then another pot was taken and filled and placed over the fire

~~the two pots were grasped as the water had warmed...not to the point of scalding but just enough so it would be a little hot to the touch which would be perfect to wash the vessels...one pot in each hand as she carried them towards the kitchen...one set upon the floor as she tilted the one up and allowed the water to pour into one bin and then the water in the other pot poured into the other...a box of soap flakes was gathered and scattered about one bin and her hand dunked in and swirled it around to cause some suds

~~she dumped the bowls...tankards and other items into the bin with the soapy water...a clean cloth gathered as she began to wash them...she didn't pay much attention what was going on while she was in the kitchen...each item was taken time to clean before she would dunk it into the clean water...she continued to wash until each one was settled into the bin of clear water...then another cloth was gathered and she took the time to dry each vessel

~~each item that was dry and placed back on the shelves...she then took time to empty each bin that held the now dirty water...those too was dried out and then placed back and the counter wiped down to clear it from any drops of water that might have fell upon it...placing everything back in place as she moved over to the counter

~~"what's for dinner" she said..thinks hard trying to figure out what she has not made...looks to the cold storage and finds some smoked deer sausage...she takes a few links..then to the pantry and chooses some sweet sul and peppers with an onion...taking the ingredients to the counter she chopped up the onion...pepper...and the sweet sul places them on a baking pan coats with oil and salt and roasts them in the over..the sausage links she put in a pot with some water and blanches them before setting to the open fire

~~she takes up a tray and places the plate four of the tospit muffins she made that are wrapped with rence paper..a plate with the roasted vegetables with the deer sausage links atop....she adds a mug of horn of ale and a cutting board of pocket bread carefully she walks the tray to the Hold Jarl's side table...she turns to the kitchen to clean up her mess then out the side of her vision she sees the Hold Jarl walk in to sit at his place...she smiles seeing him drink from the horn..she knows now she must bathe then be of service to him...she rushes to do just that

~~drying her self off combing her hair and uses the vanilla scent she loves so..she makes her self presentable for the Hold Jarl...she places the towel in the laundry basket..puts away the soap vanilla and comb...as she leaves the kitchen her foot fall is silent as is she...she strides to the Hold Jarl Chair and takes a kneel to his right side..thigh touch as hands fall to her upper thighs resting palms down...she bows her crown of golden curls and whispers..." Tal this evening Jarl she prays all is well with you and that you are enjoying the dinner that girl has prepared for you...may pure be of any more use to you this evening?" she quietly awaits his reply

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PostSubject: Re: 2/18/18-2/24/18   Fri Feb 23, 2018 2:07 pm

02.23.2018
15:00:58

laundry/bath/sky & moons/dinner/fire/journal







~~pure finished her chores early in the evening...the sun still high enough to warm the waters of the creek...all of the thralls where off finishing their chores and the Hold Jarl was busy with the business of the Isle...pure had hung the last of the laundry on the line moments before...she looked down as realized how filthy the days work had made her....slipping  to the waters edge and dives in...the crisp cold water that flowed from the mountain springs mixed with the warmer water of the inlet but still took her breath away  

~~she rose to the surface and swam out away from the shore a bit seeking warmer water...she hovered there treading water as she looked at the mountains beyond marveling at their beauty...flipping over onto her back she stared up at the sky with its hues of oranges and purple as the sun was sinking towards the horizon

~~her thoughts drifting towards her life...she was free...free from the need to conceal her body...something that she was keenly aware of at the moment as the water lapped over her naked form...she understood by the look in the Hold Jarl’s eyes when he looked at her that he was smitten with her and had taken her to protect her from others who would not value her as he did

~~she could not nor would not complain...she was happy...she rolled over and dove down into the water...scrubbing the dirt and grime from her hair and body as she did so...the cold water refreshing her for the evening chores..she climbs out of the water and drip dries as the sun disappears from the sky and the 3 moons take it's place...how lovely the sky looked

~~she runs her fingers thru her hair to take the tangles out..the cool breeze dries her hair rather fast...she makes her way to the Hold and enters through the kitchen door and proceeds to getting the Hold Jarl's dinner for the evening...choosing a tray with a platter napkin and utensils she places them on the tray...

~~over at the cooking fires she spoons a heap of the dressing that she stuffed the Turmit with then cuts a few slices of the Turmit and lays them on over the dressing pouring a little of the brown gravy over to keep it moist..she adds a dollop of mashed suls adding gravy to them as well..then a big spoon of the green beans that has been cooked with tarsk bits..she smiles seeing how the plate looks

~~ setting the tray down on the counter she heads to the cold room to fetch a little bowl of the berry sauce to go along with the meal then grasps two dinner rolls and puts them on a place...she pours a cup of bosk milk setting it to the tray along with a slice of the sweet sul pie with a dollop of whipped cream..knowing this is a hearty meal fit for a Hold Jarl

~~taking up the tray and delivering it to the Hold Jarl's side table setting the tray atop...looking around making sure everything is in place before the Free enter for Dinner...she adds another log to the fire..to make sure the Free are warm...then pure sits on the window sill and writes in her journal thinking of the Hold Jarl


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PostSubject: Re: 2/18/18-2/24/18   Sat Feb 24, 2018 10:56 am

02.24.2018
11:44:35

fire/porridge/spinning wool/bath/dinner










~~pure rises from the furs she sleeps on beside the Hold Jarl bed...she un cuffs her ankle and goes to the Main Hall....the air in the Hold is chilly as she makes her way around to the Hall bare feet padding across the rough wood flooring...she pokes at the embers still warm from the night below...adding some wood and dried dung to the pit...she stokes up the fire slowly warming the room about her...she pulls on a coverlet to warm her body as she waits standing by the growing fire
 
​~~satisfied with her work...she moves to the kitchen and begins to make several pots of gruel for the morning meal for the girls placing the flour meal and water in a pot..she adds some fresh honey to bland porridge...scooping out a bowl for herself she eats it quickly and set about the task of spinning the huge amounts of wool that they had gathered into thread for the loom

~~~she gathers up the carded wool...pulling it into small lengths...piecing it together then wrapping it about the loom wheel to get her started...once enough was added...she begins to work the peddle of the loom...spinning the wheel...holding the wool as it twisted into thread...adding pieces little by little until the entire basket of wool was gone...

~~she examined her work...the thickness was consistent and fine...pleased with her craftsmanship...she carefully removes the thread from the loom rolling it into a ball and placing it in the thread basket to await it turn on the weaving loom...She sits back down at the wheel with a sigh...looking at the other 20 baskets that need to be spun and begins to work again

~~as the sun starts to descends pure finishes up with the spinning...back a little tired of bending over the spinning wheel...she takes the spun wool and the baskets to the supply shed and places them in their spot..then rushes down to the waters edge and looks about before taking a quick swim to wash off the days sweat...she knows the Hold Jarl would want to see her at her best then at her worst..she dives under the water...stepping out of the water...she stands a bit..shaking her head as her hair fans out and dries running her fingers combing the tangles out

~~making her way to the kitchen seeing the catch of the day is ready for cooking..with that she goes to the pantry and fetches some sul slicing them up and adding them to a pan laying them flat...dusts with salt and pepper and then sends them to bake in the oven..along with two whole fish that have been cleaned...while she waits on them to cook..she makes a milk and cookie cocktail for a fun desert..laughing how girly it looks...

~~getting the tray out sets utensils..a plate of bread..and the cocktail with a mug of ale...as the fish and the sul finish she places the two fish atop of the suls then places it to the tray to which she carries out to the Hold Jarl's side table..then she kneels at the slave furs ready to be of service...she smiles at Jarl Thunderbolt passes through the Main Hall...as she takes out her journal ​

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