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PostSubject: 4/15/18-4/21/18   Sun Apr 15, 2018 12:28 pm

04.15.2018
13:18:51
colecting bosk patties /tending fires







~~it was early morning on Hunjer Isle with still a dew on the grass…already the heat was fierce...the sun high in the blue sky...the girl...like all the other girls...had been up since dawn...busying themselves about the yard...preparing the kettles...tending the fire...clad only in a make shift collar of a white ribbon pure made her way back from the kettles where she and the other girls...Isle slaves and private slaves...had been refilling them

~~the Free woman Helga standing in the yard as pure passed...and watched her impassively…“HURRY BOND...ATTEND TO THE FIRE BEFORE THE FREE OF THE HOLD AWAKE...RUN GIRL RUN! HARTA!!” she snapped again...clapping her hands sharply and shooing her off “Yes Mistress! Yes Mistress! pure hurries...Mistress!” pure cried

~~turning on her toes...the Isle bond...the empty bucket held in both hands before her...ran to collect the slabs of dung from where the bosk were grazing...breasts bobbing...long golden hair fanning behind her...in the field...away from the main area of the yard...the slave girl held the bucket by the rope handle and began to bend...ankles together...knees bent...back straight...to pick up the dried dung with her left hand...placing each slab in the bucket

~~the only sound was the distant grazing of bosk...as she worked...the girl hummed to herself...softly...an old melody...learnt as a child...she smiled to herself remembering the other slave girls dancing to the melody...naked...in the sands...writhing and twisting...as their Jarl's cracked the whip at their toes...sending the sand up

~~sighing happily...the girl then focused again on her chores...bending quickly to pick up one slab of dung after the other…at the fire the girl knelt and began to take the dried...circular slabs of bosk dung from the bucket and feed them to the fire...seeing the sparks and hearing the hisses and crackles as they were consumed by the flames…

~~one by one the girl placed the slabs upon the fire...knowing the Hold Jarl Guard or passing Free person would be occasionally throwing her a glance...and so not daring to dally in her chores…the slave girls body...was bathed in sweat in the heat of the morning...the girl...with the back of her hand...wiped the sweat from her forehead and blew a lock of damp blond hair from her eyes

~~Rising to her feet the bucket now empty...the girl...with hurried steps...made her way back to the field where she would gather more slabs of the dried bosk dung…the slave girl walked swiftly...her body vital...toned...sculptured…she held the empty bucket before her...both small hands on the rope handle

~~she felt happy...loving her life in the Hold on Hujer Isle the Hold Jarl had shown great kindness...the girl loved the life of a Isle slave...it was hard...and the Hold Jarl never let her forget she was bond...but she loved the freedom of the outdoors...the wind in her hair...loved the feel of the breeze on her naked body...the warm black soil beneath her bare feet even the way Jarl Thunderbolt would often speed her on her way with a hard...stinging...playful slap to her ass…

~~giggling...the girl then skipped ahead...reaching the fire again...the slave girl knelt with practiced ease...keeping the bucket steadied with both hands as it rested on top of her head…her knees close together...the slave girl then lifted the heavy bucket and lowered it to rest on the dirt before her…facing the fire again...the slave girl took the dried dung from the bucket and began to feed the dancing flames...knowing there would be many more trips to the field before her work was done…

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PostSubject: Re: 4/15/18-4/21/18   Mon Apr 16, 2018 1:32 pm

04.16.2018
14:27:52

separates wool/slave gruel/Hold Jarl's breakfast




~~pure picks up the basket of wool that the thrall had brought in from the night before...retrieving the combs from beside the loom...the stool and a small fur

~~she walks out into the early morning air...its crispness chilling her and taking her breath away for a moment... wrapping the fur about her shoulders...she makes her way to the water's edge and sets the stool down in a flat spot to begin her work

~~the sun peeks just barely above the horizon letting her know that she has a little time before she needed to get food going in the kitchen...she pulls at the wool gathering a small handful and sticks it on one of the combs

~~taking the second comb in an opposite direction...she slaps it down on the first and drags them apart pulling at the fibers and combing them out until she has even straight fibers that will be easily fed into the spinning wheel

~~she gathers the next piece of wool and repeats the process until all of the wool sits in nice neat pile ready for her to spin it

~~checking the suns location and satisfied with her work...she rises and goes back into the Hold to begin her normal chores...starting with cooking

~~she begins to make the Hold Jarl's breakfast of Scrambled vulo eggs tarsk stripes hash brown suls two slices of toast with fresh jam a hot mug of blackwine tops the breakfast off knowing this will warm the Hold Jarl's soul and tie him over till lunch

~~while awaiting the food to cook she whips up a pot of the slave gruel adding some herbs she found out in the woods on her walk yesterday knowing they just have to make the gruel taste better

~~a couple of thralls come to eat as she picks up the tray to deliver to the Hold Jarl...she sees their eyes light up as they eat not expecting it to taste so good..pure smiles

~~she continues on her way to feed the Hold Jarl taking his breakfast to his Chambers and she sets the tray on the stool by his bed...turns and tiptoes out to do some more chores before lunch

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PostSubject: Re: 4/15/18-4/21/18   Tue Apr 17, 2018 7:45 am

04.17.2018
08:36:38

awakens/makes gruel/spins wool/Hold Jarls breakfast/awaiting







~~she slips quietly from the fur mat VERY reluctant to leave the warmth of the Hold Jarl's Chambers but determined to work on her project when she finds the time...she unchains her ankle

~~the Hold Jarl shifts a bit on the bed but undisturbed by her movements...quietly making her way to the kitchen she gathers the flour and gets a pot of gruel going on the stove

~~she had discovered a way to make it far more tolerable by adding a herbs that she discovered grew in the nearby woods the looks on the thralls faces when they ate yesterday was priceless as if she had handed them something magical

~~a smile touches the corners of her mouth at the thought...she decided to wait on the Hold Jarl's meal until he was good and awake

​~~she moves to sit at the spinning wheel in the corner of the Main Hall...pulling the carded wool from the basket where she had left it...she twirls it with her fingers getting it started on the wheel

~~taking her foot and pumping the pedal the wheel begins to silently spin she had remembered to ask one of the thralls to oil it for her the day before and was grateful for its silence now with the Hold still asleep

~~as she pumped her foot she added pieces of carded wool...pulling and spinning it into the thread she would need for her project...she loved the time she had in the early mornings to work on this

~~there were also few stolen moments when her other chores were complete that she worked on it as well...she hoped the Hold Jarl would be pleased with the end result

~~she quickly takes a bath returning to the kitchen hair still wet looking around what the kitchen wench as made as she stands before the fire to let long blonde hair dry

~~the Hold Jarl's breakfast was set to a wooden tray...citrus juice...scrambled vulo eggs...verr sausage...sections of citrus fruit...stack of sar-tarna pancakes with butter...and a mug of blackwine and a little vile of syrup

~~she sets the tray beside his bed looks to him as he awakes...he smiles at her and she smiles back at him she whispers..."Good morning Jarl...pure offers you breakfast fresh and hot...she prays your day well..and that you find girls service was acceptable" still looking at him she awaits quietly for his reply

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PostSubject: Re: 4/15/18-4/21/18   Wed Apr 18, 2018 1:20 pm

04.18.2018
14:11:05

gruel/loom work/outside chores to do








~~she stirs the pot of gruel...dipping the spoon in and tasting it...screwing her face up at the bland flavor...turning...she retrieves a couple of peaches from the basket on the floor...slices them up and drops them into the pot

~~rummaging through jars of spices...she finds the cinnamon...she grates it into the pot and adds some butter...looking around she she spies the nuts she had found in the forest the day before...cracking them open she takes the flat side of the knife and laying it on the nuts smashed them...breaking them into small pieces

~~adding those to the pot as well...she stirs and brings it back to a simmer...tasting again...she smiles pleased with her creativity....the Hold Jarl did not seem to mind her flavor experimentation in the kitchen so until she was told otherwise...she would make the best gruel on Hunjer Isle

~~setting the pot aside to cool...she moves to the corner of the Main Hall that holds the loom and spinning wheel and pulls the white balls of thread from the basket...she begins to carefully unwind them...threading them one by one on the loom...letting the ends dangle

~~once she is satisfied that she has enough on the loom...she slips the heddle bar through...separating the thread...then bundling the threads...she ties the doughnut shapes stones at the ends of the threads...weighing them down and making them taunt

~~picking up the shuttle wrapped with same thread...she begins the slow back and forth movements...pausing to beat the weave tight with each pass...carefully keeping the tension tight...he weaves for the better part of an hour

~~stepping back to examine her edges...she smiles...pleased with their consistency...she would work on it more later...for there were more chores to do...she scoots out to the barn yard to gather eggs and milk the verr and bosk

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PostSubject: Re: 4/15/18-4/21/18   Thu Apr 19, 2018 12:09 pm

04.19.2018
13:02:05

dying fabric she made/off to do other chores






~~pure steps back from the loom and stretches her back...gathering the fabric from the bottom...she examines it measuring the length and checking the selvage edges

~~a pleased grins creeps onto her face and she begins to remove the fabric from the loom...tying all of the threads ends so they don’t unravel...she balls up the fabric and walks out to the shed

~~she drags the empty bucket to the waters edge and goes back to pull the bucket of berries she had been collecting over the past month  she had marked them with a big red X because they were not safe for eating and she feared Jarl Thunderbolt not knowing the foods very well...would eat them  

~~she was sure that the Hold Jarl would be displeased if she poisoned one of the guards...scooping bucket by bucket
she heats water from the river over the outside fire and fills the barrel

~~dumping all of the berries into the barrel...she uses a cleaned stick to stir and smash the berries causing their color to leach into the warm water

~she dips the corner of the fabric into the barrel and pulls it out to examine it...  smiling, she sees the bright red hue on the fabric and carefully places the entire length of fabric into dye bath....she stirs and pokes at the fabric gently with the stick making sure the dye covers all of the fabric

~~once satisfied that the fabric is completely saturated...she places a lid on the barrel and wanders off to finish her chores knowing soon it will be dinner time and the Hold Jarl will be hungry for he is off hunting today...she sashays her hips quickly so to get her chores done in time

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PostSubject: Re: 4/15/18-4/21/18   Fri Apr 20, 2018 11:18 am

04.20.2018
12:06:49

sewing up the Hold Jarl's new tunic she has made him








~~the sun had long since gone to bed along  with the Hold Jarl....pure rises from the warmth of the Cambers and quietly removes the cuff from her ankle padding quietly across the room down the stairs to the Main Hall to the wool baskets

~~she lifts the raw wool from one of the baskets them revealing the crimson fabric she had hidden in the bottom...that she dyed yesterday and dried this morning...she longed to surprise the Hold Jarl with the new tunic

~~she wanted to him to wear something that would pleased him and make him proud of her and want her...she settled herself on the fur beside the fire pulling the thread and needle from the basket nestled there...holding the fabric up...she takes the cleaned divesting knife and makes the necessary cuts on the fabric to have the garment hang in the way it needs to

~~she then threads the needle carefully and begins to stitch up one side and then the other keeping her stitches tight and durable...moving to the exposed hem and neckline...she stitches a decorative stitch that serves as both beauty and function as it kept the woven fabric from unraveling

~~the hours pass and her eyes grow heavy as she finally finishes putting on the trimmings and holds it up in the dim light...smiling sleepily...she folds the tunic neatly and tucks it beneath her arm...she straightens the corner fur and cleans her mess

~~she gives the fire a poke to keep it burning through the rest of the night...then carefully climbs the stairs back to the the Hold Jarl's chambers...her new creation now folded neatly upon his chair beside the bed so he will see it first off

~~ she displays it on the stuffed Mannequin and put his belt around it to show how it will look when on...she places to the right side of the Hold Jarl's bed by his closet... she settled down once again re cuffs her ankle and falls quickly to sleep...dreaming of seeing him in the tunic

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PostSubject: Re: 4/15/18-4/21/18   Sat Apr 21, 2018 11:06 am

04.21.2018
11:52:26

big mistake








~~pure had spent the day running from the fields to the hall and back...carrying a mead barrel to the forge for Jarl Munster...moving the bosks from the barn to the fields and getting them settled...slaughtering and preparing the Baked Tarsk that the Kitchen wench required for the mid week meal...the endless fishing for the Hold Jarl and cooking that same fish...running for Jarl Thunderbolt some food and ale while he worked

~~it was no surprise that she was exhausted when the Hold Jarl’s boat landed and he announced himself on the dock...whirling around to see the Hold Jarl and his crew...pure ran for a pitcher of mead to take to the Hold Jarl in her haste...she made the first of one of the biggest mistakes a bond can make…she addressed the Hold Jarl by his name as she would have done if she was Free

~~the anger that flashed across the Hold Jarl's face when she spoke sent chills to her bones...she stood there frozen as he told her that she was to never dare call a Jarl or any other free by their given name...then she made the second as she stood there and apologized to the Hold  Jarl

~~STOOD….not kneeling in supplication as she was taught  but stood there frozen to the spot...he corrected her on that as well and she hastily threw herself prone at the Hold Jarl's feet begging for her forgiveness

~~she heard the Hold Jarl tell her that she would be punished as he took a kurt into his hands...pure blood froze and the tears flooded her eyes...she had shamed herself and worst of all the Hold Jarl with her carelessness....the Land Jarl told pure to rise as he drained the pitcher and shoved it back into her arms...sending her away

~~pure quietly went to the Hold and knelt in the Main Hall waiting for her punishment...the Hold Jarl and his entourage eventually headed back to the Hold...when the Hold Jarl was done at the docks he angrily issued one lash to pure then dismissed her to the kitchen for the evenings chores  

~~the strike of  the whip across her back was not too bad but it stung and left stinging whelp across her back...she rose and not waiting from a word from the Hold ran to the kitchen to tend to the wound and get on with the nights chores...once in the Main Hall tensions were high...the Hold Jarl was angry and lashed out at the Free Women Janell when she stated that she did not understand what the big deal was with having to punish a bond

~~the Hold Jarl informed her that until she owned one...she should not presume to know the relationship between a Jarl and bond...over the course of the meal...the Hold Jarl relaxed...ordered  all the girls to eat well...including pure because the next several days would be very busy

~~he told the bonds they were his treasures...pure went to his Chambers to the little mat cuffed her ankle with much to think about though she fell into a deep and restless sleep

Dinner that was served


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