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PostSubject: 4/22/18-4/28/18    Sun Apr 22, 2018 6:38 pm

04.22.2018
19:36:20

spring boots for the Hold Jarl



~~pure rises from her mat in the Hold Jarl Chambers and exits the room...pads along with the motion of the Guard...she enters the Main Hall...she goes to the kitchen and eats...then goes takes her bath...brushes her teeth and combs her hair...powders and perfumes up...she then goes outside to the supply shed to get the bundle she placed there the other day...for her new project...since spring was here

~~the morning sun was shining brightly over the vast grounds as pure made her way to the smooth rock protruding from the grass...the radiance of the sun caressed her skin as the slave lowered herself to perch on its warmth...soft crystal blue eyes waltzed across the rolling landscape of the Hold's grounds allowing the harmony of nature to put her heart and mind at ease...the bundle tucked under her wing encased her task for the day

~~spreading it open...her soft hands caressed the leather as her thoughts made a path to the boots of the Hold Jarl days of travel and the harshness of the land had made the once soft skinned footwear haggard and worn...with the coming of spring...the time had arrived for a new pair...and she hopes would be much a surprise for him...and prays the Hold Jarl will be just as pleased for her thinking of him

~~the boots had been days in the making...the journey began deep in the night as the Hold Jarl slept...with sounds of the night winds howling in his ears...pure used the light of the moons to make a pattern...carefully the shapes and lines were sketched so that the new pair would fit perfectly on his feet

~~the cutting stone used in the supply shed barely dented the surface and after begging for help from Jarl Thunderbolt the tall hazel eyed Jarl had watched her carefully maneuver his quiva to cut the softly tanned bosk pelt and the white hurt wool

~~pure was amazed at how the blade had sliced the strong hide as if it were butter...late at night after all were asleep...she would work silently as she could...today as the bosk grazed not far from her...pure began the final step of sewing the seasonable boots together

~~using an awl made from bone...the leather was pierced and then laced with sinew...her closely bond stitches looped over and under again and again...as her fingers began to blister and ache...minutes dissolved into hours

~~reaching toward the sun...her hands fanned out to release the tension...as her back arched and stretched...a dainty yellow butterfly landed on her shoulder...the tiny winged creature was so delicate and frail and yet it took flight with the confidence of a herlit...pure watched as it danced from flower to flower shimmering golden in the sun...the vision was a reminder that strength doesn’t always show itself in muscle and brawn

~~the awl and sinew forged together creating the armor that would protect the feet of the Hold Jarl...the finest wool from the hurt was sewn inside and would serve to soften and cradle his steps from the rough hard ground...as the last stitches were tightened to secure began to sing a prayer to the wind

~~ Her song intertwined with the beautiful cry of the veminium bird...celebrated the gifts from the earth that were given in the creation of the boots...pure entreated soft paths and splendid hours for the one whose wisdom tells the stories of days gone by to better the future of the Hold...the agony in her fingers disappeared as her heart swelled joy in the completed task

~~pure gathered her supplies and the boots and strutted back to the supply shed to replace the tools she had used...she placed a thank you kiss to the cheek of Jarl Thunderbolt for his help in making the boots...pure with boots in tow enters the kitchen and sashays to the Main Hall...climbs up the stairs seeking out the Hold Jarl's Chambers a path she has walked before

~~pure opened the door to the Chambers just enough to pass thru...she knelt and she crawled on her belly to side of the bed...her flesh quivered as soft sleeping sounds of the Hold Jarl penetrated the stillness...she crept about quiet as an urt not daring to disturb his slumber

~~her slave heart racing...the new boots were placed along side the well worn winter ones...placing a kiss of devotion on each...pure scampered back to the Main Hall longing...praying her work would be found pleasing...seated herself to the window seat and watches while the thrall brang in the live stock for the night...with a great big grin on her face

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PostSubject: Re: 4/22/18-4/28/18    Mon Apr 23, 2018 10:40 am

04.23.2018
11:38:49

Cleans the Main Hall



~~tiny feet pad their way around the Hold...as blue hues take in the big room...a smile teases the outline of her soft kissable lips as she ties her hair back with a ribbon...humming a tune as she sets out to her chores before the Hold Jarl returns

~~her curvaceous hips sway as she gathers the furs into her long arms...the echo of her infectious laughter echoing through the halls as they tumble onto the floor...bending over to pick up half of them...taking half the rugs across the room and outside...she stops as her finely detailed face kisses the heavens...basking briefly beneath the rays of sunshine

~~she scurries back into the Hold gathering the rest of the rugs...once outside she skips across the field fetching a big stick...taking in its form to make sure it is strong enough to beat the dust from the carpets...her tongue darts out as it slowly trails over her lips...leaving them moist and tempting she starts pounding the carpets one by one

~~thud!...thuddd! echos the stick...clouds of dust dissipating like vapors into the air...her light eyes slowly inspect the rugs one by one...satisfied they are nice and fresh she leaves them laying in the fresh air as tiny feet make their way back inside

~~down the hall to the kitchen she moves...a mane of golden curls bouncing from the ribbon with every step...peeks around as she gathers her cleaning things...a pail...brush...rags and cleaning soap she heads down the path to the waters edge

~~hands splashing against the rippling water as she fills her bucket...skips back up the path to the
Hold...sinking to her knees as she crawls around the Hold...scrubbing the Frees pillows...one by one she she scrubs then takes them outside laying them against the trees to dry

~~her hands work effortlessly as she scrubs and clean....making certain that every spot of the Hold is scrubbed and free of the smallest speck of dirt... brushes the back of her soapy hand across her cheek...laughs as she blows the light foamy suds away then sets back to work cleaning the slaves pillows

~~with the last pillow in hand she starts dancing around the room...making her way to the door to put the last pillow also out to dry she starts twisting and turning...hips sway from side to side...her heart bursting with happiness knowing she is pleasing in her work

~~once she lays the last pillow out to dry she skips down the path once again making her way to the shed...tugging the door open as her eyes adjust to the shadows of the cracks of light peeking their way into the darkness.... eyes sparkle as fingers wrap around a bottle of tharlion oil

~~once back in the Hold she takes the old rep cloth and tharlion oil and polishes the wood for hours...fingers working in circular motions as the wood shines...she can almost see her reflection in the wood...she crawls around the room once again rechecking her work...satisfied that the room is spotless

~~cleaned to nothing less than perfection she takes the tharlion oil back to the shed...pushing her hip against the door to latch it...skipping and hopping back to the Hold...carefully placing the Free's pillows back in place...the fresh scent of the clean pillows tickling her nostrils

~~wiggles her nose and moves to get all the slave pillows...careful to place them exactly where they go...empty hands move in a swirly way as arms reach out...stretching as she pivots on tiny feet making her way out the door once again

~~one by one the clean furs are put back in place...lips curl into a smile...the beauty of the gleaming clean room so appealing...satisfied she has done nothing less than perfection in her chore she gathers up all her cleaning things.... putting them away one by one

~~once she has put her cleaning things away she once again makes her way to the Hold...moving to the Hold Jarl's pillow...blue eyes move slowly over it once again then over his fur..."yes" she tells herself she has cleaned them just the right way

~~turns around and moves around the room...checking the freshly dusted off oil lamps...making certain they are full...stops at the door way on her way out...once again looking around...smiles and makes her way to the bathing room to take a much needed bath

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PostSubject: Re: 4/22/18-4/28/18    Tue Apr 24, 2018 8:43 am

04.24.2018
09:41:30

greases up hinges on doors



~~large thassa eyes blink slowly...the song of finches through the open window tease the delicate shell of pure's ears calling her to wake and start the day...back arches from the soft mat by the Hold Jarl's bed and sighing she moves aside from the warm mat

~~taking up a leather thong from under the mat quickly finger combing long tresses she pulls sunset gold into a leash licking down her pale back to the soft rise of her tushie

~~full hips swaying as small feet carry her across the wooden floor satisfied that she does not look a fright she heads to the bath to wash the sleep from her face

~~taking in hand fulls of the fresh water she washes her face and rinses her mouth and with a giggle turns out of the bathroom and pads to the store room a soft smile on pink lips

~~"gonna oil hinges...gonna grease em up good" the song softly lilts from her as she takes up the clay container of rendered kailiauk fat and a stiff pair of verr bladder gloves from the shelf in the storage closet

~~wrinkling golden brow as she eyes the gloves...with deft movement she takes up the metal container with the long spout for the tharlarian oil and pours a bit onto the gloves working them swiftly with nimble fingers to loosen them

~~pulling the gloves on after setting the tharlarion oil back on the shelf she busies herself to the task at hand...turning and gulping realizing it's the tall doors to and in the Hold that need to be greased  

~~pulling and struggling with well muscled arms the heavy chair relents its place beside the wall and with loud scrapping sounds is placed by the enormous door to the Hold

~~lith as a larl pure climbs atop the chair small feet resting on the curved arms...freckled knees resting against the door she reaches stretching her long frame as far as it will go and barely has the top most hinge within fingertips touch

~~working swiftly and praying under her breath the whole time that no one come by to startle her she greases up the top most hinge breathing a sigh of relief that none saw her she continues to the ones closer in reach

~~pushing the chair back to its place she blows the fringe of hair from her forehead and wanders down the hall...the soft light of the candles and various oil lamps leading the way to each door

~~nimble fingers work the rendered fat along each metal seam...the hinge gleaming under her careful touch...opening each door slightly working the fat further along the metal before once again shutting it with care

~~humming softly as small feet carry her through out the Hold in a large circle around twisty halls each set of hinges receiving a bit of grease each door being checked

~~pausing to roll freckled shoulders back pure realizes she is back at the storage closet...the task done her heart light knowing that the Hold Jarl will be pleased not having to tug on doors so strongly now

~~wiping excess fat from gloves with soft clean rep she sets all back carefully on the shelf and turning with a lilt to her step she wanders off to the kitchen to see what else needs tending too

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PostSubject: Re: 4/22/18-4/28/18    Wed Apr 25, 2018 2:01 am

04.25.2018
02:57:25

making bread



~~as she moves her willowy form...muscles rippling with her light steps before the lamps and fires of the Main Hall...the light shimmers over her satiny flesh...hips moving with a soft sway as she stills in the kitchen...seeing it is all still quiet she moves to the basins and washes her hands well with soap...the hurt oils from the fleece she has spun clinging to her skin...then moving to the fires she leans over to place more fuel on the dying flames...the bread for the day will need to feel the heat of a fire if it is to be ready for the Frees breakfast...

~~ feeling the heat build she stands before the fire pit for an ihn watching the licks of golden flames greet the wood she has place there...then padding back to the sinks she washes her hands once more before moving to the counters as she shakes her hands dry...reaching the crocks that store the bread she pulls it to her slender form and peers inside as she lifts off the lid knowing that she it has been a while since she baked...seeing enough there for the toast that will be needed she grins and knows the fresh round loaves will be devoured during the course of the day

~~pushing the crock back to its home she turns and with a silent step she pads to the shelves before leaning over into the depths of the lower ones...she gathers the large clay mixing bowl...the rounded tins from the back as she moves into the depths knowing her long legs are exposed to the room...a soft sigh of disappointment that no one is here to admire her slave flesh she grasps the the items before shimmering back out of the shelves to stand tall once more and back to the work counters...placing all the vessels down with a small clang she moves over to the store canisters

~~as her hands grab heavy weight she lifts the sa-tarna flour canister to her chest before moving back to the bowls to rest it there...as she moves to the smaller canisters she gathers the red salt...the yeast and takes that to the bowls as her head flicking her hair out of her way as her blue eyes look over all she has assembled...her mind whirling on what she needs to see she has forgotten nothing

~~arching her back before she starts knowing her muscles will be well worked...moans and hurries to the cold room to gather some butter...pulling the heavy door open with all her might she welcomes the shiver that bites at her heated flesh...moving inside the cold air from the dark room rushes over her as she stills before the shelves to gathers the dish of butter and milk before she hurries back up to the light and warmth of the kitchen once more...with a push of her hip she shuts the door to hold the cold air inside to protect the food of the Hold

~~as her hand reaches for the sieve that hangs from the racks she places it on the bowl and draws the canister that stores the sa-tarna flour close to her chest as her nimble fingers work off the lid with a soft ~pop~ then shaking the golden flour free she watches the sa-tarna flour fall into the sieve...then letting the canister settle on the counter her dainty hands begin to carefully shake it through...her eyes watching the golden yellow flour spill through the holes into the bowl below...adding a pinch of the red salt she shakes harder to let it all disappear to the bowl below

~~lifting a small bowl she scoops some yeast and sugar in it before she pads to the fires...the heat greeting her as she ladles some water from the ever boiling kettle and stirs it well as she watches the yeast and sugar dissolve...light eyes watching as she works to ensure that it doesn't lump and ruin what she is trying to create...her feet padding her back to the counter she makes a well in the center of the flour then dumping the yeast into it she begins to stir making a batter as her hands work it through the flour...slowly but surely taking it further and further into the edges of the mounded flour...her arms feeling the heaviness as it combines...slowly the flour turns to dough as her hands work it constantly...adding the last of the water she scrapes off the last of the flour and feels the stringy dough

~~punching the dough down with all her might she giggles as it begins to spring back and form a ball in the middle of the bowl once more...then taking a clean rep clothe she covers the bowl to sit for forty-five ehn...gathering all the dishes she has used in her arms she moves over to the sink...and placing them there she fills the sink with cold water

~~her hands reaching for the soap flakes as she lifts them and dunks her fingers into the chilly water as she cleans off the flour and dough that still sticks to them...with a shake of her dripping hands she pads lightly to the fires before she takes a rep clothe and pours some boiling water into the bucket that sits by the hearth...moving back to the sink she dumps it in with the cold as her hands savor the now mixing water...a smile lights her face at the heat that caresses them...moving quickly back to the fires she rests the empty bucket in its home and scurries back to the steaming sink to wash the dishes as the bread rises

~~as her fingers feel the holes of the sieve she places it to the side and quickly washes the rest of the vessels that are stacked...as she moves with silent ease she shakes her hands free of the water and taking the rep clothe she begins to dry them one by one and place the vessels away...each in there home as she moves lightly to the shelves and back...after placing the last one home she moves to the covered bowl and peeks under the clothe

~~seeing the dough has risen beautifully she takes the rounded bread tins and lightly greases them over with her fingers with the bosk butter...a quiver courses through her as her hand feels the hard steel...an urge pushes her to wipe her hands on a rep clothe before she lovingly caresses her white ribbon and bites back a moan that rises to leave her lips...taking some flour she sprinkles it over the counter before she turns out the dough and begins to knead it well with her hands...her body moving sensuously as she lets her arms and hands move the dough round and punching it hard to watch it bounce back into shape

~~breaking off some dough she pushes this into a round shape before placing it in the tin that is greased and waiting... she moves it to the side to do another...gathering the tins in her arms she moves to the ovens to lower them in to bake...her tummy making a sound as she thinks of the scents that will soon be wafting through the kitchen...pushing them one at a time to the back she gets them all in before she closes the door she moving back to the counter and gathers the large bowl to wash she dips it under the warm water and begins to caress the clay surface as the last of the dough disappears

~~as she feels a rep clothe in the water she lifts in and squeezes it well...watching the water dribble out of it she pads back to the counter top where she was working and wipes it down clean...her arm arching across the polished surface as she catches the flour in her cupped hand...rinsing it clean she squeezes it out once more and rests it on the rail that lets it dry off...taking a clean rep clothe she quickly dries off the last of the dishes and places them all away

~~she checks on the bread and they are done she takes them out one by one and sets them to the counter atop a cloth goes to the cold room and plucks a small bowl of butter and exits the chill of the room closing the door with a bump of her hip...places the butter from the bowl into a small pan melting it above the flames...once melted she pours the butter carefully on top of the breads to soak in then leaving them to cool washes up the pans then traps off to do other chores needed tending to

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PostSubject: Re: 4/22/18-4/28/18    Thu Apr 26, 2018 12:20 pm

04.26.2018
13:18:20

collected vulo eggs




~~rolling to her feet as she stretches her lithe form tall she feels the muscles quiver as they pull taut...sucking in her belly till the flesh concave she giggles and runs her hand over her lifted breasts till her nipples harden...with a soft whimper she turns and pads off across the Hold Jarl's Chambers to seek use this day...light steps silent as the fires crackle and burn and her creamy flesh ripples with a supple ease as she moves...lifting her eyes she grins at the Guard and slips from theMain Hall to the kitchen

~~peeking around as she pads over to the fires she lowers her blue eyes to the pots that shimmer...all are filled and ready for the Hold Jarl and other Free as she moves to the basins and sees that all is clean...neat and tidy...peering around she wonders what she can do as she spies the scraps bucket still full...leaning down she gathers the handle and moving to the back door slips outside into the chilly morning air...with a shiver a Guard laughs thinking she quivers with a need to serve as she winks and moves down the path to the sunny awaking

~~swinging the bucket as she starts to run faster down the pathway she feels the chilled air on her naked flesh...long legs stretching out as she moves to the pens of the vulo...seeing them she slows to a jog and stills by the gate...leaning over she lets the latch of the gate free and slips inside as she sees the lil birds asleep in the boxes...padding to the feeding troughs she tips the bucket up and giggles as some of the lil birds hear her and come out to feed...looking at the water she smiles seeing it filled and ponders on whose hand filled the trough for the birds...moving to the boxes she leans over and slowly begins to feel for the eggs she seeks...the heat of the bird that has left to eat greeting her hand as she lifts two lil eggs clear of the straw

~~moving to the next box she coos softly as the lil bird is asleep...moving quickly as the bird begins to peck out in fright she moves her hand out with the egg before the sharp beak can find her wrist...moving along the rows she coos softly and gathers the eggs thinking it a wonderful haul that the Hold Jarl and the Free will enjoy for breakfast

~~after clearing the last box she turns and pads back out into the pen and slips to the gate...her hand opening the door as she passes out and quickly closes the gate and latches it once more...padding around the pen she looks closely that all is secure then moves to the path as her legs stretch out to a run...hands holding the bucket securely she watches the lil eggs to ensure that none break...sky blue eyes look to the lights of the Hold as she moves along the pathway and feels her muscles sing at the release of tensions of the kneeling that they are usually confined in

~~slowing to a jog she slips back into the warmth of the kitchen and shivers at the hug of the fires heat...running her free hand over her arm she slips to the fires and lowers the bucket to the floor...moving to the corner she grabs another bucket and quickly half fills it with water and moves back to the fires and folds her long legs to a kneel...lifting one egg she washes it over then peers at the fire through the shell checking for any lil birds that will be returned to be hatched...seeing nothing she lowers it to the floor and gathers a second

~~lifting and peeking she washes the eggs one by one and lowers them to the floor...seeing the pile growing she jumps up with a giggle and grabs a large bowl and lowering to a kneel she places the eggs into the bowl one by one...with a soft smile she finishes off the eggs she has collected and rolls to her feet once more...leaning over as she stretches down she gathers the bowl in her hands and stands tall as she pads to the cold room to place the eggs away...tugging on the handle she slips inside the cold room and places the bowl on the shelf...then padding back she hips the door closed and hurries back to the kitchen...washing her hands she hears sounds and runs to the Main Hall and lifts her eyes to see if she is needed

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PostSubject: Re: 4/22/18-4/28/18    Fri Apr 27, 2018 12:07 pm

04.27.2018
13:05:14

polished Hold Jarl's Chair




​~~she twirled around and darted off...first in one direction and then turning to another as she moved long golden tresses swiped back and forth with each step above her heart shaped ass...that she took towards the closet

~she stopped before the large door and tugged upon it...she then slipped inside and stood upon her t-i-p-p-y toes to reach up to turn the wick upon the low flickering lamp up...she watched as she the chamber began to brighten and the shelves started to show what was upon them...she then searched upon some of them until her bright blue eyes came to what she was looking for...she gathered up some old rep cloths and then a tin of wood polish...she then turned the wick back down low and slipped out of the closet...closing the door behind her

~~she scurried towards the Hold Jarl chair in the Main Hall and then stopped and slowly padded towards it...her breathing slowed as she started to chew upon the soft pillow of her lower lip...she then neared his great chair and ran a delicate hand along the thick wood surface...she then slowly pulled it away from his dias

~~she pushed the lid of the tin upwards and it popped free...setting it aside...she then dipped the edge of one of the rep cloths into the paste...swirling it around and around so that it catches up the thickness of the grease...she turned and starting at the top of the chair...she started to work the cloth across the top of it...then down along the smooth sides...rubbing up and down...making sure not to use to much of the paste...she then pushed the cloth between the detailed carvings and softly started to hum to the tune of the song that the she had sung on an earlier day about a Jarl's love of the slaves he owns

~~she polished up the deep wood grained chair along the sides...and back...the smooth surface drinking the polish as she moves along to a new spot...her head tilts from side to side...light pooling watching so that she doesn't miss a spot...she continues to softly hum to herself as she works...thoughts of the Hold Jarl sitting within the giant chair brought a smile to her lips...set then started to move down along the arms of the chair...thinking of his huge paws and fingers curling around the thick wood...she dipped the cloth into the polish once again and worked it into the wood again and again

~~she started up with the soft humming once again and worked along the other arm of the chair...she then pulled it a bit further away from the table and dipped the cloth into the tin of polish again...she then worked it along the smooth surface of the seat of the chair...moving the cloth along the grain way...curling it over the sides some and then reaching back between the railings

~~she bends down to her knees and pushes her knees apart slightly...resting back upon her heels...she then worked the rep cloth over the legs of the chair...making sure to get every spot covered with the polish...her wrists twisting and turning along the detailed carvings...she then sets that cloth to the side...and places the lid back onto the tin...then gathering up a clean rep cloth she now goes over the chair legs...she grins from ear to ear as the wood instantly starts to shine...she picked up the tin and apply a thick coating of the polish to the seat...thinking of the effects of such a deed would be...she chewed her lip nervously

~~taking up the cloth once again...she works the rest of the polish into the wood...making sure that no residue is left behind...watching the wood turn to a deep dark color as it drinks and regains its glow...she listened to the silence of the Hall now and would just hear the snap...crackle and pop of the fire

~~she runs the cloth perfectly over every surface of the chair...softly humming to herself as she works...hating the silence of the Hall at this time of morning...she wondered where the other salves were and then continued to polish up the chair...she worked her way along the back and front and along the arms...she took some extra care in the seat...so that the Hold Jarl wouldn't slide off

~~finally every inch as been polished...not only once..but twice...she stepped back away from the giant chair and a huge smile tugged upon her warm lips...she then stepped closer to it and ran her finger along the arm...she then ran the polishing cloth over it again so not to leave even a finger print upon it and pushed it back towards the dias edge

~~she quickly gathered up the soiled polishing cloths and the ones that she didn't even use...along with the tin of polish...she spun around upon the balls of her small feet and scampered off towards the supply closet


~~ she then opens the door of the closet and sets the tin of polish upon the shelf...returning the clean rep cloths to the pile and then tosses the soiled ones into the washing basket...she spins around and closes the door quickly...padding off towards the Main fires of the Hall seeing no one she scurries off to the kennels to see what may need to be done there

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PostSubject: Re: 4/22/18-4/28/18    Sat Apr 28, 2018 11:32 am

04.28.2018
12:29:40

cleaning the Main Hall



~~glancing into the Main Hall an finding it quiet...she saw an opportunity to clean the floors chairs an tables...and perhaps the few furs that were lying around...she drew back into the kitchen taking up a tray an drifted swiftly about the room gathering the cups bowls plates an other vessels that had been used the night before then took them back into the kitchen laying them into the wash basin before searching for supplies

~~the kitchen offered up exactly what she needed...a mop of sorts its head made form rags of rep cloth a large bucket...some bees wax polish...several cloths...a broom and dust pan...she struggled with these back into the Main Hall jostling the many items as they found themselves propped rudely against the table...an she looked about for where to start

~~moving on collecting the furs they were hefted over her shoulder...briefly she felt smothered as the thick furs covered her face an taking them outside she shivered...pegging each one upon a small drawn line before running back inside...she wrinkled her nose sticking her tongue out an returned to the task in hand taking a quiet breath as the warmth seeped slowly into her limbs...she picked up the broom an starting form the point furthest from the door...the brush grazed the floor its bristled dragging over temwood as the sound swished in her ears

~~making small piles of dust near the doorway she took up the pan...an swept them within before emptying the pan outside...and continued across the room...only once sure she had the dust from every crevice did she stop an consider what to do next...it seemed logical that if she cleaned the floor then did the shelves and table...the floor would become dirty again rather swiftly..although it would as soon as someone came came in from outside...but for now she picked up the cloths to see to the shelves chairs an benched and took the bucket adding a little soap flakes in the kitchen...before pouring steaming warm waters into its depths ready to wash everything down

~~for some of the shelves she had to gain ladders...she wasn't so tall...no short...taller than many...but..really not so tall especially in comparison to the Northern Men that towered above her like giants when they weren't sitting...and so with the steps near her toes...she drew the dust form the shelves with sweeping motions of one cloth...washed them down with a second as it was dipped into the hot bucket of water that scalded her fingers every time she dipped...then dried off with a third to leave it dully gleaming...of course that wasn't the end of it...she fully intended to polish all the wood within the hall till ti showed a reflection of the life it once had in some great forest...but for now washing the dirt away was enough

~~those cloths wound over every bench every pole...an across the table...they took especial care of the Hold Jarl seat being sure to get in every nook an cranny...before eventually being thrown into the laundry as she took up the last cloth bar those shed reserved for the floor...and turned to slightly melt the pot of wax polish over the fire...then starting from the Hold Jarl's chair she began to polish the wood...nimble fingers worked in unending circles tracing over the liens of the wood beneath not happy until her reflection gaze back at her form amber and rose hues of wood that surrounded her...a quiet smile touched lips...she moved away form his chair since she just polished it yesterday now gleaming with quiet devotion an set about the benches...following with the table an then the shelves...her skin smelt of the polish but she didn't mind...it was a pleasant smell

~~she emptied the bucket of water outside she took it back to the kitchen an refilled it slowly...the scoop of soap flakes whirled an made rainbow bubbles...the heavy bucket was carted back into the hall an placed down near the fires...she picked up the mop an began to wash the floors...the mop drew back an forth leaving a snail like trial within its wake...briefly showing the life that would gleam from the floors once polished...she trailed across them drifting under benches an chairs...an even mopping over the Gaurds boots at the doorway with a cheeky grin...lol

~~outside she hunted for the beater and comb and turned for the furs the beater swung using all her strength to pound at them as dirt rained from their depths...clouds of dust and other elements tumbled form the knots of fur making her sneeze in the process...only when sure no more would fall did she set about the the furs with the comb...taking out all the tangles...easing the strands back into an alignment they had taken when they were on living creatures...the furs looked healthier for it...softer...she smiled but for now left them outside to air an turned back within chasing for the warmth

~~back inside with the floor almost dry bar a few spots...she did the ridiculous...an tied cloths to her knees...before tumbling to the floor with cloths in her hands an set about polishing the vast area...a little polish was soon spread a long away...as one hand put it on the other polished it in whilst knees continued the work...the lemon spiral of locks tracing over shoulders toying along the heavy heave of her breast as she drew about the Main Hall and towards the doorways...trying to do everything in some order that would take her to a place she needed to be...the scent of polish consumed the room..shed do something about that shortly certain the Hold Jarl wouldn't want everyone smelling polish...an thought perhaps to burn a little sandal wood on the fire...to give the hall a more masculine but a pleasant scent

~~as the expanse of floor finally came to an end..she rose turning to examine her work and smiled quietly at the gleaming floors an highly polished items within...then slipped outside to gather the furs once more...tugging them over slender shoulders...she eased back inside an spread the furs back in the places she remembered them being...picking up all the items she'd used they were taken to the kitchen

~~the broom an mop placed away...she emptied the water...and put away the bucket...and the polish found its shelf an taking the cloths form her knees she put all the cloths in the laundry for later...before washing her hands in the sink...then picking some sandal wood from the storage room she drew back out to the fires...and tossed a little on each of the brazier...waiting as they crackled...only to find the warmth of that aroma touching her senses...she turned and smiled and walked looking around seeing her job was well done and made way to the bath to soak in and get ready to be of service to the Hold Jarl or other Free when needed

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