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PostSubject: 4/29/18-5/5/18   Sun Apr 29, 2018 8:43 am

04.29.2018
09:38:21

cleaning guest rooms





~~she chuckled as she gathered cleaning supplies...hips sway...slender arms laden...the first guest room door swung wide the widow tossed...the air soon sweet with the breeze of the Thassa...the linens stripped from the bed...the furs tossed over an elegant shoulder...the floor soon bared to the sweep of a broom...the spindly bristles catching dust and grit and the like...a slight cloud soon forming before all is cleaned away

~~the polishing cloths and oils were applied to the simple...yet stately dresser and table...the water pitchers and goblets replaced...readied for use...the furs and linens neat once more upon bed and floor...wood stacked in the grate of the small hearth...the nights still occasionally cool enough to warrant the additional warmth...the lanterns topped with sea sleen oil...the window closed to but a smidgen...the room now bright and welcoming with sea and salt and citrus oils...the door closed with a click as she stepped to the next

~~the next door swung wide...she steps within...her steps smooth and brisk...her moves adroit...the linens and furs tucked underarm...the linens to the laundering basket...the furs draped along a chair in the hallway the broom a soft rasp along the gleaming cool tiles of stone...debris and litter and food particles lifted...the polish once more bright and zestful along the contours of dresser and table...the sheen subtle...the shifting of masculine items upon noting that this room was in use...her imagination catching as she imagines the furs she lovingly plumps under a feverish and ardent Jarl and a girl...the press of their flesh hotter than the flames that would burn in the hearth...a smile of whimsy upon dewy lips as the fur and clean linens are placed just so inviting...as well as fresh slivers of soap...cloths...and towels for bathing...the window again left open to blend sea and citrus sweet...the grate still well stacked with fragrant cords of wood...the lanterns with flares near...and evidence of recent use...the wicks worn and in melted and firmed wax

~~everything left as it was...the door closed for privacy...she is along the short corridor once more...hardly looking her best...covered in dust...obviously work pure straggly about slight form...golden hair limp against high forehead...a blow of pursed lips doing her no good...when blue eyes widen...for before she could slip into the guest room next...she is met by the amazing sight of a Free t-i-p-p-y toeing out of a room...loud snores heard coming from within...a peek on her own t-i-p-p-y toes showing that those noises...oddly enough came from a bond girl...the iron gleam about her waddled neck just visible...the wretched noises making her wonder if she'd live...when her own arm was suddenly caught by the...er...escaping...it seemed...the Jarl...his eyes desperate as he whispered shushing that that girl had plum worn him out...and would be the death of him with her demands...pure glancing down and nodding in agreement...though certainly nay telling him that there was not much more left to wear out...that it was almost worn completely down...aiding him to the Main Hall doors as furtively as she could

~~shaking her head bemusedly...she had to shut the private guest room door to muffle the offensive slaves snores...skipping quietly to the next room...her pace becoming more brisk and efficient...the laundering basket soon filling with stripped linens...the guest rooms soon sweet and clean and polished...freshened and crisp furs and linens laid inviting...her humming contented as progress is made...the guest rooms except the one occupied soon swept and readied and cleaned...though she was a bit more bedraggled for her efforts...and there was wood and lanterns to welcome occupants in mellow cheer

~~the cleaning supplies were placed away back in the closet...and instructions left for the kettle slaves as to which guest rooms were occupied that icy water and juices might be delivered...alarmed by a sudden cessation of those snores...a bit relieved to note she'd merely shifted position and was still breathing quite safely...since pure looked a fright she took to the bath room and took a well needed bath to clean up and look more presentable...her mind wonders to where the Hold Jarl got off to early this morning

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PostSubject: Re: 4/29/18-5/5/18   Mon Apr 30, 2018 6:54 am

04.30.2018
07:50:15

washes dishes/washed counter down/lil bosk





~~tankards and horns with bowls and plates to be added to the mix to the counter of team wood all from dirtied from switching in and out of patrol during the day and after adding soap flakes to the nearest basin a kettle of pure water set to the stove for heating and another drawn of cooler set off to the side for the time being

~~mutters lowly at something noted and it geared towards tapered digits that snag a rep cloth from a nearby drawer and it's used to keep from getting burned with the kettle's handle being gripped where tendrils of yellow have already begun to snake towards the ceiling as now heated water begins to churn and without pause the already prepped basin begins to fill with tiny bubbles to dance about the air

~~the kettle returned to its rightful place and the second that contains the much cooler shortly halfway emptied with the rest to be used for rinsing...discarding the old cloth with a soft swoosh to where it lands to the nearby laundry basket and yet another new rep cloth found to begin its appointed task where horns and tankards delve into the basin

~~fingers keen where the cloth follows in checking the countenance of each and every vessel and the water swirls slowly inside and out while a horn is washed thoroughly before being dipped into the rinse water to rid it of any the frothy residue then to be neatly tucked into the drying rack before continuing to the next

~~remnants of a prior meal but a memory as the cloth glides evenly across the surface of a plate gingerly made to circle in an assured grip as the cloth catches tiny bits of this and that and the now clean vessel dipped into rinse water before finding it's own little nook to the rack...systematic with the movements near methodical until nothing remains

~~sputtering and gasping for breath some unfortunate bond that catches the sudden toss of soiled water out the rear door and it's a smirk given instead of pity with a mutter of her staying more alert as Gor is harsh and then putting either basin back beneath the counter before wiping down the counter top till it gleams before lastly tossing the cloth to the laundry basket

~~twirls around and rushes off out the back door to the barn to see how big the lil bosk has grown...she has not been to the barn in some time knows he must be much bigger now...she knows she cannot stay long for the sun in the sky almost marks lunch hour and she has to get the Hold Jarl's lunch ready...she hums a happy tune as she makes her way to see the lil bosk

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PostSubject: Re: 4/29/18-5/5/18   Tue May 01, 2018 9:31 am

05.01.2018
10:27:23

collecting eggs/looking out





~~a deliberate avoidance of the sleen pens and instead pure to make for the coop with each strike of a bare foot to the near chilly ground leaves a tell tale print of the direction being taken heard long before spotted the winged beasts strutting about the enclosed yard and with the latched gate being unlocked it's to sidle past only to secure it once more then venture towards the small shed situated to a far corner

~~an awesome aim and it's a squawk that's non ending with a feathery ass to shoot across the yard via a bared foot before searching through those things of implement and grabbing an emptied bucket only to fill it with the grain feed from one of a few sacks that remain and those beady eyed beasts start to mass as a hand full is tossed to either side while making a path towards their unprotected nests

~~tufts of feathers float to the breeze that plays and talon feet scratch instantly across the ground as beaks snatch up the bits of feed to be found while skirting thru the fray and with the bucket near empty it's to flip it for a moment and bring the flat of a palm to its base just to ensure none goes to waste before turning it upright once more then in turn those small oval shaped eggs are gently plucked from their bedding


~~unsure if it was a beauty that had shown how to keep track of those producing and those that aren't but the writing stick taken to hold and a mark given to the slip of rence tacked to the wall in showing which nests were barren before the remaining ones are gently placed inside the bucket and it's to slip past the still feeding frenzy mass of feathers and prattle only to secure the gate behind

~~the rear entrance but of course chosen in which to slip thru and get cast a glance as the girl is spotted tasting one of cooks concoctions while placing the basket to the counter the basket retrieved from where it had been placed earlier on and ever so gently those small oval shapes are taken one at a time only to be checked over for any cracks to the shells or signs of something out of the ordinary

~~as fingers dip into cool water and rinse them off then to the bowl they're placed...systematic or methodical...whichever it was to be viewed but care given just the same until the last is nestled and the bowl then taken to the chill room to be placed on one of the shelves they'd be used surely in one of cook's concoctions in prep of the eve meals

~~a foot nudges the chill room door closed and the basket set beneath the counter before taking a cloth and wiping down the top...heading to the bath room she then washes her hands dries them...fluffs up her hair...looks at herself to make sure she is clean and fresh...she makes her way to the Main Hall and sits looking out the window in hopes to see the Hold Jarl return from his trip East of Hunjer Isle

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PostSubject: Re: 4/29/18-5/5/18   Wed May 02, 2018 1:35 pm

05.02.2018
14:28:56

packing up some kitchen items/Hold Jarls lunch/awaiting






~~moving to the kitchen's closet she slips inside and looks around to see what she can do...seeing some packing boxes she pads over and struggles to lift one in her arms...deciding to tug it along the ground she pulls and pulls as it slowly comes out the door and into the kitchen...as she wiggles her backside she tugs the box into the kitchen and stills by the shelves...then standing tall she looks over the kettles that will be needed as she leans over and grabs the largest that will slip into the box...moving back to the shelves she grabs another and lets it settle in the larger one...stacking them one by one till she fills the box

~~closing the lid as the box is filled she calls over a thrall and asks him to take the case to the barn for storage till they are needed...her bright blue eyes watch as his muscled shoulders clench as he lifts the case with ease...licking over her lips in awe of his beauty she turns and pads to the closet and grabs another large case and begins tugging it to the kitchen to stack more supplies...her arms tugging hard as she struggles then gasps as the thrall lifts the empty case with ease and gives her a wink...padding behind him she watches his strength as he eases it to the ground for her to pack

~~as she looks around at the shelves her hands reach for the kettles and lets them lower into the case...then grabbing some ulos she places them in the side as she opens a draw and places rep clothes inside also...filling the case with different sized pans...pots...kettles...she closes the lid and calls for the thrall once again..arching her back as she stands tall letting her flesh display as grins to him as he lifts the heavy burden with an envied ease

~~grinning as the thrall brings her another case she moves to the upper shelves to gather the tankards...bowls...horns...and goblets needed...her long slender flesh stretching out as she gently places the utensils into the case...wrapping them in rep clothes she stretches her hand out as her long legs quiver in the effort then leans low...working in a silent haste she fills another box...closing the lid she lifts her eyes and grins as the thrall has watched her task and moves towards her and lifts the case and takes it away...all packed and more room made she smiles


~~she knows that the Hold Jarl will be pleased not to have his kitchen look junky but just right...she then washes her hands and prepares the Hold Jarl's lunch consisting of rabbit and mushroom pasta...peach and citrus salad...white wine with ta-grapes...and for a sweet treat...double crust peach cobbler with a scoop of vanilla ice milk...carfully she sets all to a tray and turns with ease towards the Main Hall

~~she waltzes the tray up to the seat of the Hold Jarl and sets it to the table then lowers to a kneel with soft thighs that touch together with hands that rest palm down upon their softness...back arches and bright blue eyes diverts as she awaits the Hold Jarl to come in..in just a few for his midday meal...she awaits in silence

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PostSubject: Re: 4/29/18-5/5/18   Thu May 03, 2018 12:42 am

05.03.2018
01:28:06


collected dirty dishes/washed dried put away dishes/lunch for Hold Jarl/bath










~~girl didn't want to seem lazy...or like a foot warmer...or anything like a lazy slave just beckoning for your touch your time and your casual glances...she was a bond of Hunjer Isle now...strong and always busy...and she might as well get started right away...walking into the kitchen she grabbed a tray off the counter and then moved over into the Main Hall once more...walking around the table she gathered the dishes off of it

~~piling them upon the tray she held braced to one hip with her hand holding onto it...her free hand reaching across the table as she grabbed the empty plates and drinking vessels...laying them out to the tray...lifting up to her knees on the bench she reached across to the table to gather what she could reach before slipping down and walking over to the other side of the large table

~~moving into the kitchen she set the rag down as she grabbed a bucket and walked over to fill it with water...carting it to the warming fires she dumped it into a pot and then set it up to heat...checking the kettles of warm water for teas she filled one up and then let the rest set as they were full already...checking the pot of blackwine she nodded and then lifted up to check the stock of paga and mead...making sure they were full and needed no refilling from the cold storage shed outside

~~she moved over to the water and filled the bucket again setting it down next to the tub she waited for the water to heat and then moved to the tray of dishes...scraping the food off of plates into the trash...she set the dishes into the tub to wash them then walked around to the water...grabbing it from the heating flames she carried it over and dumped it into the tub of dishes...setting the pot to the side she grabbed some soap to add to the water and then the rag she used to wipe the tables off...pressing against the tub she reached in and started to wash the dishes from within...humming softly to herself as she reached up with a wet hand to pulled golden tresses off her neck to fall behind her as she washed the dishes

~~rinsing the dishes off she set them on the counter while she finished the load of them....finally risning the last one off she walked over towards the counter and took out a dry rag and dried the dishes...setting them back within their homes where they belonged she looked around...wiping the rag across the counter top she left the dish water for the time being as she looked around the kitchen seeing what the kitchen wench made for breakfast...grasping up a tray she begins to go down the line of pots and cooking tray to find the Hold Jarl some good eats for breakfast

~~she gets a bowl of fruit...three grilled tarsk sausage links...two fried vulo eggs...some diced fried sul...and two pieces of sa-tarna bread cut diagonally...tops the tray with a hot mug of blackwine just the way the Hold Jarl likes it dark as the midnight sky...she takes the tray into the Main Hall to the Hold Jarl's table and displays his breakfast there while she returns to the kitchen to clean up then goes to take a bath and washes her hair to be ready for service for the old Jarl after breakfast

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PostSubject: Re: 4/29/18-5/5/18   Fri May 04, 2018 8:14 pm

05.04.2018
21:04:30

tanning a hide/salting meat/bath/sunbathing/meal for Hold Jarl







~~running down the path she hurries to the slaughter shed to continue with her chores...slipping in the door she shivers as she sees the boned carcass still hanging and the buckets of meat and all of the things she has to deal with....a smile lights her face as she sees the tanning frame set up and awaiting the pelt as her mind wonders to the Hold Jarl and wonders what he is doing at this moment

~~laying the frame on the ground she moves to the pelt and tugs at it with all her might...slowly it slides over the ground as she grunts and tugs it further...letting the end stay over one part of the frame she drops the pelt and moves to the counter to find the hammer and tacks to attach the pelt to the wood

~~as she leans over and taps the tacks into the pelt she moves to the other end and tugs harder on the pelt...feeling it move slowly she stretches the fur with her body weight grunting and groaning with effort...sweat running down her chest and back as she moans and tugs harder

~~lifting her eyes seeing a thrall enter she hears his laughter and she lets go of her grip...falling to her backside she blows her golden curls out of her eyes as she scowls at his approaching...as she watches he stretches the pelt with what seems like easy and attaches it quickly with thick twine...with a wink to her he moves off to finish his chores as she mumbles her thanks for his strength and help

~~crawling to the counter she moves to her feet and brushes the dirt from her naked form...her flesh quivering at the caress as she lifts her hand for the scrapping ulo...running it over the sharpening stone a few times she moves with the stone and ulo in her hand to the frame and folds to a kneel...lowering the stone to the floor she leans over and begins the slow process of scrapping free the fat and meat chunks left on the skin

~~her hips swaying as her backside is exposed in her kneel...hands moving to and fro as she scrapes away the unwanted flesh and fat from the skin...her knees feeling the squish as she crawls over the pelt and continues to clean it well

~~lifting the stone she runs the blade over it as she feels it dulls...arching her back as it aches from her chore she wipes her forehead before lowering the stone and beginning again...the plush black pelt huge and uncut she grins knowing it will be an excellent acquisition for the Hold Jarl

~~humming a soft tune she moves her hands quickly a she scrapes...hips swaying as she crawls backwards and her hair flicks over her shoulder time and again...moving to the edge she lifts her eyes and sees the skin scrapped clean of the debris...stilling for a ihn to catch her breathe she smiles at the chore nearly done

~~hearing the thrall she lifts her eyes and arches her back...her breasts pressing against the air as she purrs..."oh boy...could your strong muscles please lift the frame...and place it on the make shift smoking house...it needs to be cured for a while...pleaseeeeee?" grins as he scowls but moves to lift the heavy frame and drags it out for her

~~moving to her feet as she hurries to the counter and cleans off the ulo...dipping the stone into some water she cleans it and leaves it on the bench...turning she moves to the buckets of meat and drags them to her to begin the salting of them to store them for the long winter

~~when she is finished with the last bucket she leaves the shed and runs to the waters edge to clean off her slave flesh and her hair...she sun bathes to dry off and get a bit of sun to her smooth skin...the sun almost high in the sky denoting time for lunch soon she makes her way back to the Hold she brushes her hair puts perfume on pinches cheeks and checks out in the kitchen whats cooking so she can get the Hold Jarl's meal

NOTE: meal consists of Isle Iced Tea...Bang Bang Shrimp and Pasta...Vanilla Pudding

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PostSubject: Re: 4/29/18-5/5/18   Sat May 05, 2018 8:39 am

05.05.2018
09:29:12

sweeping/scrubing floors/bath/lunch for Hold Jarl









~~as pure's hand touches the large door she pushes it hard and feels it open with a swinging ease...then as she pads into the Main Hall then standing tall she pad across the floor to the Hold Jarl's furs before folding to a kneel and looking around

~~feeling in need to do something she rolls back to her feet and pads around the neat and tidy Hall seeking something to do...as the quietness hits her ears she begins to grin softly as the thought strikes her that she can sweep and scrub the floors of the Main Hall...moving with purpose to the storage room my hand lifts to the handle and tugs the door open before her feet pad into the dark expanse

~~blinking her eyes as they struggle to see in the dimmed light she await for a few ihn till the bright blue orbs adjust...feeling her flesh shivering at the chill of the darkness as she slowly pads closer to the dark corner before her lips curl in a huge grin spying the broom and her dainty hand lifts the handle towards her body...moving outside she walks to the far corner and lowering the head of the bristles as she moves over the near clean floor...a sway to her hips as if she dances with the wooden pole as she feels the weight of the broom moving back and forth over the polished wooden floor...her eyes peering carefully to ensure that all the dust and dirt that has been walked in from the outside is gathered under the width of bristles

~~as girls feet take her slender form around the expanse of the Main Hall she leaves the litter in smaller piles before moving off once more...a tune leaving her lips as it echos around the Main Hall as she shifts the furs and chairs as she works with speed...leaning low to sweep under the long tables a soft giggle leaves pink plump lips her hips exposing the creamy backside cheeks to feel the warmth of the fires...then hearing the laughter of a Guard as girl lifts her eyes and wink before quickly finishing off the sweeping under the low table

~~standing tall and moving around the Main Hall she finishes at the far corner...lifting her blue eyes seeing the piles she has created she lifts the broom in her hands and goes to the store room...moving in the still open door she hurries to the corner and lets the broom settle in its home..then leaning over she quickly grabs the shovel and brush and pads outside to begin collecting the dirt and dust she has gathered with the broom...squatting at the first pile her hand lowers the shovel and quickly brushes it into the pan before rolling back to my feet and padding to the fire...throwing it in the dancing orange flames she laughs as the flames seem to grow to meet the debris before swallowing it up with a bright flare of light

~~turning as the fires warmth kisses her flesh she hurries to the rest of the piles as she leans over from her slender waist and gather the piles in the pan...padding back to the fire throwing the dirt in and turns to complete the task as quickly as possible...then stilling for a ihn she lifts my sapphire eyes to the room and see that all have been gathered and wonder what to do next...padding back to the store room she places the brush and shovel back in the homes on the shelves and then turn to gather the scrubbing brush and clothes to scrub the Main Halls floor whilst it is quiet

dropping the brush and clothes to the floor she moves to the kitchen as the Hall stays quiet..then as she move to the corner she lifts the old bucket in her hand and hurry to the fires pit...lifting the rep clothe in my hand she quickly tip the boiling water that is kept on the boil into the bucket and jump back as it splashes out and tires to bite her creamy flesh...then placing the kettle back on the flames quickly re fills it with fresh water before leaning down and lifting the steaming bucket

~~moving with her heavy bucket she moves to the corner and folds to a kneel...her knees feeling the bite of the cold floor as she lean out to grab the brush and clothes...slender form stretches out as she shivers feeling her muscles extended to their limit...her fingers grab at the clothes and tugs them quickly bringing the brush skittering over the floor to her knees...curling back like a larl she giggles and lift the brush to dip into the steaming bucket before dropping it onto the polished surface of the wooden floor

~~ as my hand feels the sting of the hot water she moves the brush around in small circles...hips swaying as she moves her arm to clean at the surface...wriggling backwards she leaves the brush and grab a clean old rep clothe and begin to slowly dry off the expanse and polish the wood to a brilliant shine...hips sway as the creamy flesh of her backside wiggle in the effort of the chore

~~moving around the tables and chairs she moves the heavy furniture as her hand works the brush and clothes over the rooms floor...knowing it is rarely quiet to get the floor cleaned well she hums a soft tune as she writhe and wriggle on my knees

~~moving to settle on her heels she arches back as the ache tends to get heavier....arching back softly as her breasts lift on her rib cage she giggles at the hard nipples lifting my hand a soft moan leaves her slave lips at the thought of the Hold Jarl strong hand enjoying the soft needy flesh...then shaking her head lowers to the task at hand once more to get it finished

~~as girl reaches the end of the rooms floor she rolsl wearily to my feet and drop the scrubbing brush into the water...then lifting the used clothes she dumps them in the water and lifts the bucket in her dainty hand...padding slowly over the now polished floor she makes way to the kitchen...slipping into the laundry room she moves to the sinks and dumps the dirty water...clothes and brush into the basin and watches the wet mass begin to lose the water as it drains away...swishing some fresh water in the bucket she bumps it in the basin and lent lowers the bucket to the floor

~~as she run clean water over the clothes she quickly rinses them out and squeezes them well...moving over to the string line she place them one by one to dry off to be used in cleaning once more...finally finished the task she lifts the brush and shakes it well before lowering it in the bucket

~~placing the bucket back in its home in the corner she lean over and grab the brush...then moving back into the kitchen her feet run to the store room and slips inside the dark room...placing the brush back in the shelves she peeks around seeing all is neat and tidy...then leaves the store room she shuts the door with a click moving to the Main Hall then lifts her eyes to see the shine on the floor..she just has just cleaned

~~then she makes her way to the bathroom and cleans up as she hears the Hold Jarl and Free men come in the Main Hall seeing the other girls tending to their needs she knows the Hold Jarl will be serviced well while girl is getting cleaned up...she bathes quickly dries off....cleans up her mess

~~as she enters the kitchen one of the slaves told her that they already took some ale to the Hold Jarl hearing this she know he must be hungry now so she looks to see what the kitchen wench has made for lunch she chooses what in her mind is a healthy choice...trays up his lunch and proceeds to the Main Hall to the Hold Jarl's seat...putting the tray down before him on the table and her folding to a kneel on his right side with thighs that mesh hands slumber palms down on soft upper thighs she looks to him and speaks softly "Jarl...pure has brought you lunch she prays you find her choices favorable" she awaits in silence for his response

NOTE: meal consists of sliced bosk steak with a mustard sauce...fried sul with a fried vulo egg atop...a a piece of tospit cake to sweeten the meal

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