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PostSubject: 6/10/18-6/16/18   Sun Jun 10, 2018 9:15 am

06.10.2018
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*Year Keepers

-(noun): those that keep in memory the year names for the Wagon Peoples sometimes on thousand consecutive names.

Book 4: Nomads of Gor, page 12 (footnote)



*yellow cords, Tharna's

-(noun): all Tharnan men have 2 yellow cords about 18 inches long, commonly worn in their belt. These cords are presented to them as youth's as part of the Home Stone ceremony. They represent the mastery of men, and are suitable for binding a female hand and foot. In the same ceremony, young women are brought into the presence of the Home Stone, though they are not allowed to kiss it as do the men. They are stripped, collared, and bound by the young men. By virtue of this ceremony, the females are now counted as slave.

Book 24: Vagabonds of Gor, pages 267-268



*Yellow Knives

-(noun): a tribe of Red Savages which inhabits the Barrens.

Book 17: Savages of Gor, page 148



*Yellow Pool of Turia

-(noun): housed in a magnificent chamber in the House of Saphrar is a marble basin filled with a brilliant, yellow fluid. Beneath it's oddly shifting surface is a collection of threads and granules in a transparent bag of intertwined, writhing filaments and spheres, imbedded in a darkish, yellow jelly and walled in by a translucent membrane. The pool is a living, breathing monster that slowly digests it's victims. The Yellow Pool was destroyed by Kamchak after he conquered Turia

Book 4: Nomads of Gor, pages 202-213 and 322-323



*Yellow-Kaiila Riders

-(noun): a warrior society of the Kaiila tribe of Red Savages, represented by a yellow kaiila print, outlined in red, over red horizontal bars on the flanks of their kaiilas.

Book 17: Savages of Gor, page 314



*yoke, girl

-(noun): a narrow piece of wood with holes drilled in the middle and at each end; to secure a girl in this yoke a thong is tied around one wrist the end of the thong then being passed through the hole in one end of the yoke; thong is then passed through the middle hole of the yoke wrapped around the girl's neck then passed back out through the same hole after which it is passed through the hole at the other end of the yoke so that her other wrist may be tied to the yoke

Book 12: Beasts of Gor, page 196 and 197



*yoke, silver

-(noun): In Tharna, male slaves are brought into the presence of the Tatrix in a yoke made of solid silver, presumably to show the Tharnan's contempt for riches. The yoke itself was valuable enough to be the ransom of an Ubar.

Book 2: Outlaw of Gor, page 91



*zad

-(noun): a large broad-winged black and white bird with a long, narrow, yellowish, hooked beak found in the Tahari; they scavenge on carrion.

Book 10: Tribesmen of Gor, page 232



*zad, jungle

-(noun): a less aggressive cousin of the Tahari zad; small, yellow-winged, scavenging birds with long, yellowish, slightly curved beaks; found in the rainforest inland of Schendi.

Book 13: Explorers of Gor, page 415



*zadit

-(noun): a small, tawny-feathered, sharp- billed bird of the Tahari. It is insectivorous, feeding on sand flies and other similar insects. They often land on kaiila and spend long periods hunting the sand flies that infest the host animal.

Book 10: Tribesmen of Gor, page 152



*Zar

-(noun): a board game of the Tahari. The board is marked in squares, but the pieces, 9 per player and called 'pebbles', are placed at the intersections of the lines. Movement is somewhat like that of checkers, but without capturing of pieces. The object of the game is to effect a complete exchange of the original placement of the pieces.

Book 10: Tribesman of Gor, page 265



*zarlit

-(noun): large, harmless, purple insect about two feet long with 4 long, translucent wings, with a span of about a yard. It is able to walk on top of water because of it's pad like feet and feeds on small insects.

Book 6: Raiders of Gor, page 5

Book 24: Vagabonds of Gor, page 160



*zeder

-(noun): a small, sleen-like, carnivorous mammal which inhabits the rainforests inland of Schendi especially along the Ua River. It grows to about 2 feet in length, and weighs 8-10 lbs. It is diurna,l can swim very well, and builds a stick and mud nest in the branches of a tree where it spends the night.

Book 13: Explorers of Gor, page 312



*Zever

-(noun): a minor tribe of the Tahari, they are a vassal tribe of the Aretai

Book 10: Tribesmen of Gor, page 343



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PostSubject: Re: 6/10/18-6/16/18   Sun Jun 10, 2018 7:44 pm

06.10.2018
15:47:50

swept the hall/cleaned up the mess from last night/washed 1/2 the windows in the hall/ate/bathed





~~ humming softly in the kitchen pure moved to the storage room and took the broom...moving to the far side of the hall she started to sweep then remembered the Hold Jarls horn he dropped last eve...she slide over to his seat and retrieved it and took it to the kitchen to be washed sashays back...moving anything that might be in the way and lifted sliding the small tables out of the way to sweep under them then brushed back her hair softly as she moved about the hall

~~she was careful not to stir up any dust to the Frees as she worked around the large hall since the snow storm came in last night many are in the Hall keeping warm and drinking their bellies full...hips swayed with ease...each step moving her with grace...her eyes soft as she glanced about now and then a low purrr rolled from her lips as she worked

~~taking the dustpan and sweeping up any dirt and debris that was left on the floor then tossing it in the garbage pail in the kitchen...returning the broom back to the storage she took a bucket and some rags then headed to the kitchen...wet one of the rags and waltzed into the hall by the Hold Jarls Chair and wiped up the dried mead that just trickled out of his horn as he dropped it thank Odin it was not full she returns to the kitchen tosses the soiled rag to the laundry coming back to the bucket

~~filling the bucket about half way with warm water then adding a bit of cleaner to it a smile formed as she placed it on a table in the hall then eased to the closet and took out the step stool...looking it over wondering if ishe can cut it down for her to use in the kitchen...chuckling as she placed it by one of the large windows then placing the bucket up and some of the rags she eased up the ladder...bare feet pressing against the hard wood as she turned to clean the windows

~~taking two cloths one wet and one dry...humming softly as she started to wash the window...taking the dry one to dry the window so that it wont leave streaks...gazing out to the snow outside and shivered softly at the idea of all that snow...it was something really for pure to adjust to having been inside most her life as a Woman's slave

~~small feet eased the stool again then took up the cloths...carefully starting at the top again and working her hands down the glass...eyes shimmered softly as she took the second cloth and dried the glass not wanting anything left behind

~~thinks of the wax on, wax off thing and chuckles to herself as she worked, humming softly now as she  look for passing shadows seeking for those that she might know...eyes soft as she eased to the next window...washing the window and drying it...not even gonna think about doing the outside part till the deep summer

~~the windows were large...chewing her lip as she made sure to the clean the edges well then as well the lower part...cleaning any dust from it...leaning against the step as she  lowered again letting her feet press against the floor then dragging the items to the next


~~easing back up the steps she started on the last window on this side...humming softly to herself pausing now and then watch the people outside...there were only a few and mostly guards...fingers moved over the glass with the cloth carefully working off any spots

~~as i finished that window making note to do the other side of the hall another night she eased down and returned the stool to the storage...then with gentle steps she took the bucket and moved to the door off the kitchen...making sure none where around to get wet she tossed it to the side where none could slip on it...taking the bucket back inside she tossed the cloths in the basket then cleaned out the bucket before putting it away

~~washing her hands she took a bowl and filled with the  vulo stew the Guard said she was to eat she took a rip of a loaf of bread to go along with it as well...the stew was hearty warming she cleaned up her mess before she went to the bathroom to clean herself up from the nights ramblings with the Hold Jarl

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PostSubject: Re: 6/10/18-6/16/18   Mon Jun 11, 2018 12:46 pm

06.11.2018
12:36:25

rekindles the Main Hall fires/serves Hold Jarl his blackwine




~~slips to the entrance of the Main Hall eyes of blue a touch sleepy small hands lift to brush the backs upon them trying to work the sleep away...a soft yawn escapes...the Hall was still quiet at this ahn she would start upon some duties here...as an idle slave was never much good,...fingers ran through lemon silken tresses...flipping them over smooth shoulders...as she walked with a seductive grace into the Hall...she first moved to gather some wood within slender arms...but before doing so she swiftly wrapped golden tresses into a knot to fall behind her...lest the fires flames decided to catch them

~~it wouldn't do being a bald very *friendly* person a soft laugh at that her mood was beginning to improve...throwing herself within chores to keep the fires warm and welcoming was good for the mind...it was a duty a slave had...crouching down she finally gathered three pieces of wood into slender arms...she tried for a fourth but her arms just were not long enough...with a soft grunt she lifted up to full height turning upon the balls of bare feet to move off to the first fire knows thrall adam brought some wood in just the other day but it was low again

~~she approached the first fire...the flames flickered and danced about the Hall...casting an orange yellowish glow here and there...the heat of the fire caused a soft sheen to dance upon smooth brow twinkling eyes watched the dancing flames as she crouched down to put the wood upon the floor...firm ass in the air slightly...as she took one piece and placed it within the awaiting grasp of the flames...the flames seemed to eagerly take the new fuel home

~~ taking the next piece she crisscrossed it upon the other...the embers beneath glowed hot, that was all the fuel this one fire needed...so taking hold of the last piece of wood she rose and moved off to the next...swiftly placing that piece there before long legs sliced through the air to draw her to the wood once more...gathering four pieces this time...as they were a bit smaller she moved to the fire she had left


her soft silky hair glided shifted about sensuous curves with each gentle step...slender arms were tensed about the wood...as she made her way across the Hall...with a bit of a relief she lowered the wood to the ground...taking one piece and sliding it within the flames grasp...then lifting the wood yet again...she moved to the next fire...of course there were many in the Main Hall it was after all quite cold here and it was the middle of winter

~~she could hear some noises from the kitchen as a few girls were surely preparing breakfast for those Jarl's and Ladies who may stroll in...the last of the pieces of wood in her arms were placed to the fire...this one was lower than the others...so the need of all three pieces was evident...brushing small hands together she turned to gather what should be the last of the wood to fill the last fires

~~the soft sway of full hips brought her across the roomher hands were a bit dirty now...from the wood...but that would be remedied soon enough...drawing up another three pieces of wood...slender arms tensed and showed the taunt lines of her muscles...which were there but slender and slim still

~~bare feet pressed upon the floor with the measured steps of a woman knowing her place and station within life and finding a sort of freedom through it...a soft smile took hold of lush crimson lips as she finally reached the last fire...crouching down she carefully placed the pieces of wood here and there...stirring the embers with the end of one...before laying it to rest...the fires never were out within the Hall...unless it was time for cleaning the ashes...that would only be one at a time...the warmth of the flames brought many Jarls Masters Mistresses an Ladies here to find solace and comfort

~~now the fires within the Hall were all stocked with fresh fuel and were burning brightly for now and the next few ahns...she looked to her hands, pert nose wrinkled slightly...as they were covered with sap and bits of wood...now that just wouldn't do...she moved off along the hall eyes of blue noting more sounds from outside the Hall as People seemed to beginning to awake

~~she slipped into the kitchen fresh baked bread and other tantalizing delights teased her nose...to the wash basin...her hands dipped within the soapy water...scrubbing them easily....to free the dirt and sap...before a quick rinse...finding a soft rep cloth...she patted the moisture away she lightly took the rep and wet one end and wipes her chest and belly and arms down

~~drying with the other side finally satisfied she looked about a few girls were rushing about... smiled softly to them grasping down a mug from one of the shelves and gliding to the cooking fires to ladel the mug full of Blackwine for she heard the deep voice of the Hold Jarl as he entered the Hall and knew he would want his morning brew quickly

~~turning on toes she drifts like on a soft cloud to the bench in the Main Hall by the fires where he sits warming his self by the flames pure locks her pretty blues eyes to him seeing him yawn...holding the warm mug between soft dainty hands she shimmers up to the right side of the Hold Jarl with with a perk little smile leaning her ample breasts to his big shoulder and leans to whisper in his ear..."your Blackwine Jarl may it warm you as pure warmed you the other evening" giving a butterfly kiss to his ear offers to him the mug

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PostSubject: Re: 6/10/18-6/16/18   Tue Jun 12, 2018 1:25 pm

06.12.2018
12:47:31

finishes the windows in the Main Hall/serves a visiting Jarl







~~ while she is in the kitchen after eating her gruel having remembered she only cleaned 1/2 the window in the Main Hall slips over to the storage room grasps up a bucket and a few rep cloths...making her trail back to the sink to fill the bucket with warm water and just a tad of soap just to clean with..she asks the kitchen thrall if he wouldn't mind taking the ladder to the Main Hall for he and he agrees
she smiles

~~after she points to where she needs it first she climbs the ladder and wets one of the reps draping  the other on the top step and she goes about washing the windows hoping to make them cleaner and to have a great view of the beautiful snow covered trees

~~taking a dry rep dropping the wet one in the bucket she dries the window making sure no streaks are about making them as perfect as one can...she laughs as a couple of kaiila standing so beautifully in the snow..."how amazing they look...best friends" she says soft under breath  as she climbs down the ladder bucket in tow

~~ she set the bucket down takes up the ladder and moves it over to the next one thankfully this side of the hall does not have that many window just one more after this...a smile comes to her lips as she thinks oO(yes almost done)..she reaches for the bucket and climbs the ladder again mocking what she did at the other window...she works quickly and efficiently paying attention to detail...no streaks are found and she once again descends the ladder with bucket...placing it to the floor..she stretches her back and flicks her long golden hair behind her shoulders scoots the ladder to the last window...bucket in hand she makes way up the ladder... in bucket fingers squeezing the extra water from the rep

~~in little circles her hands work diligently while she starts to hum while she washes the last window drying it free of streaks...looking about ...she will have to admit there is more sunlight visiable shinning through since she washed all the windows..her knowing her knowing the Hold Jarl and other Free will be pleased
she climbs down off the ladder just as the thrall comes in and she motions him over to her and she let's him know she is done using the ladder and it would be nice if would take it back to it's resting place she thanks him with a smile as he lifts the ladder and disappears in the kitchen with it to the storage room

~~as she picks up the bucket she tosses all the reps in the bucket a Jarl bellows out to her"bond..you there  Marsh Shark!" the big Warrior pointing his finger to her "Yes Jarl Marsh Shark" she says pleasingly then asks kindly.."would Jarl like fried onions and suls with his meal..and perhaps bosk butter or honey with his sa-tarna bread?" he nods as he drinks his mead and pats the ass of a passing bond serving ale pure repeating his order.."Marsh Shark, suls and bosk Butter with honey butter and sa-tarna bread Jarl pure will get that for you right away"...she turns with bucket in hand as sways her lil ass to the kitchen area

~~she empties the bucket of the wet rags to the laundry after she squeezes them out and empties the bucket of the soiled water out the back door to the right then rinses the bucket and return it to the storage room..then washes her hands and looks to see if any dirt and dust are on her she smiles when she sees she is clean as a whistle

~~with the grace of a larl she makes her way thru the middle of the kitchen the fire light dancing across her skin as her shadow moves along the wall...her golden mane bouncing on her shoulders with added streaks of color....she stops at the counter....bending over her perk lil ass in the air...she searches the cooking pans for a large baking pan...being of light steel... she pulls one free...while she is there she also grabs a medium skillet..pulling them up to the counter

~~looking to the shelves above the cooking pans...she looks for a platter befitting the one she serves....taking a ceramic platter...one of forest green...she pulls it  free....bringing it to her belly then she places this to upon the counter...she hums tune as she goes about her task looking up to see the Jarl she serves laughing and cutting up with the other Jarls and bondsa wide grin adorns her face for she knows they will keep him entertained while she does his biding quickly as she can

~~moving to the cold room door...she shivers in anticipation of the chilled air....pulling the door forth with tiny fingers...the whoosh of cold air engulfs her fiery body...causing her nipples to harden and the vulo pimples to move over her  skin...stepping in...she searches the shelves for the ingredients she needs...bosk  butter...two sticks...andfresh Marsh Shark steak…taking  one...they are rather large and  thick and should fill the pan...taking all these pure backs out...her bottom pushing the half closed door open...another shudder courses through her as the warmth of the kitcehn  grabs her once again...she shuts the door with the help of her foot...a loud "click" is heard as the door closes shut  

~~looking under the counter...a large sack of suls and onions...sit next to the sa-tarna flour...taking a few suls and an onion...she places them on the counter...taking a  knife she peels the suls and slices them thin...peeling an onion...her eyes watering profusely...she slices it too making ringlets.....placing them all in the skillet with a chunk of bosk butter…and seasoning...she takes the veggies to the fire pit...setting them on a  flattened place above the coals...made by two logs...returning to the kitchen to attend the shark

~~placing half the stick of Bosk Butter and the shark Steak filet in the pan...rubbing the remainder of the butter on the steak itself...she wipes her  hands on a rep cloth....looking to the spices she takes a few pinches of salt some yellow and some white...and a little ground peppercorn...she seasons both sides...before taking the pan to the fire pit...looking to see if the jarl is impatient but seeing he is not brings her relief...her shadow cast along the wall as she nears the pit...stretching to make her appear larger than life...moving to the baking ovens...she sets the baking pan in the oven…the heat not so hot that it will burn or get done to quickly...the sweat from her endeavors  apparent as she watches the shark the water clock…timing the shark

~~the suls browning nicely she stirs them keeping them from burning she removes the suls from the fire taking them to the kitchen, placing the hot skillet on a few reps, not wanting to burn the counter….returning to the ovens, the aroma so nice...thinking”.this shark should be good for the pallet of the warrior”...not  cooking for any longer than 15 ehn...taking a thick rep...she removes the hot pan  from the oven and with hurried baby steps...,hartas back to the kitchen...placing the pan on the counter

~~removing the steak from the baking pan and placing it on the platter…taking the crisp suls and softened onions…placing them on the platter as well..she decorates the steak with some greenery and tiny bowl of browned butter..and a few sliced of sa-tarna bread with butter and honey available for his use…the smell truly incredible...she pulls the platter to her belly...and leaves the kitchen for the Main Hall...he like a magnet and she iron filings...she moves to him...drawn to him...she knows of his hunger...and she is only to happy to serve him in a way only a Man could want..her step take on a theme of their own as they sway from side to side

~~moves to Him...lowering to a kneel upon the bench to his right thigh parted gently....his aroma and that of the shark make for a delightful combination...she purrs slightly...she brings the platter closer to her belly...where the fire burns ever so brightly to serve...her blue eyes search his large form as they dart from his thighs to his chest to the platter again...lifting the platter even with her ample breasts where her hearts beat with thunder

~~she offers the platter with outstretched arms before him...her blonde mane falling to the sides of her face...shielded from others only a man can gaze upon her and know where her heart is...she utters softly in his ear as she presses in closer to him..."Jarl...pure hopes that this Marsh Shark meal will ease your hunger...and she hopes this serve was found pleasing to your eyes" with saying that she sets the platter on the table in front of him and kisses the side of his cheek looking to him with a smile and a twinkle in her blue eyes

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PostSubject: Re: 6/10/18-6/16/18   Wed Jun 13, 2018 8:21 am

06.13.2018
08:43:19

shower/cutting up fish for animal feed





~~early in the morning pure shivering from the cold air hitting her bare skin she comes to the new bathing area the Jarl had installed next to the bathes called a shower where you stand to bathe...pushing back the curtain slightly...reaching in the enclosure to turn on the water...the shower head roars to life like a rearing dragon...spewing forth its liquid fire...the steam begins to rise...filling the small space with the moist heat...she steps over the edge...her dainty feet touching the tiles below...as they carry her shapely frame into the tumbling fire

~~a soft moan escapes her lips as the cascading waterfall washes over her...unable to move for a time as she soaks in its splendor she closes her bright blue eyes...listening...hearing each splash as it rushes over her silky skin with a sigh...she opens her eyes and reaches for the soft sponge...smearing its surface with the soap...she raises it to her nose breathing in the sweet perfume

~~her senses alive...she begins to work the scented suds over her flawless skin...scrubbing every fold and crevice...satisfied that every patch of creamy skin has been given attention...she steps once more under the rushing spray...closing her eyes as it flows over her...washing away the sweet foam

~~opening her eyes looking downward she watches as the suds are carried to the drain.. swirling...swirling and finally washed away...one last time...she lets the curtain of water free her of all thought as it flows over her pampered form...sighing...she reaches to stop the water’s flow

~~grasping the fluffy towel dangeling from the rod next to the shower she steps from the enclosure on to the inviting rug...her toes digging into the silky fibers tickling the soles of her feet...she throws the towel over her head scrubbing vigorously...tossing her sunny locks...extracting the excess moisture

~~swabbing her curvaceous form with the towel...removing all the droplets clinging to her naked skin....as she wraps the towel around her frame...tucking the ends at her breasts as she leaves to primp...she glances back over her shoulder...smiling a silent “thank you” to the dragon...immediately she spies the bath girl quickly tiding up the shower by wiping the stall down and drying the curtain off replacing soap and hang a fresh fluffy towel the towel her towel she drapes over a bench for the next use

~~in the kitchen pure sashays to the supply room deposits the wet towel in the laundry..from the supply cupboard she reaches for a comb and rakes the teeth threw her 1/2 dries hair...taking even stokes ridden her head of any tangles... her locks of gold  locks fallen around her fair skin hanging down to the bend of her waits to lick at a heart shaped ass...looking into the mirror she pinches her cheeks to give them a nice rosy glow and bites at her lips to plump them making them look tempting to a Jarl who may want to steal a kiss from her

~~she steps from the supply room and from the window being open to cool down the pies the kitchen wench has made pure
hearing the calls from the river bank and having smelled the stench from it even up high on the hill...she rushes back to the supply room and picks up two empty buckets and several very sharp cutting stones...having gotten permission to use them...from Jarl Thunderbolt before letting her know she could use them anytime for her chores

~~slips feet in her boots and drapes her body with a cape to keep the cold from her dainty body runs down the side of the hill in the snow picking her feet up and tromping them back down again to the river...startled by the sight...immediately filled the buckets with fish...scooping the fish up with my hands

~~finding a very flat rock...dump the contents of the buckets onto it and using a stone in each hand...she begins slicing across on the fish in short hard strokes in one direction...side to side...then she continues cutting with lengthwise strokes...this action is continued for several ahns

~~when each of the fish are chopped finely enough to be used as fertilizer...she scoops it up and places it into the now empty buckets...carrying them to the pile at the side of the animal sheds to be used at a later time...returning to the flat rock...she begin the process again...over and over until she has chopped up all the fish and deposited them to the pile

~~bringing the buckets to the river...she washes them out thoroughly as well as submerging her hands thinking oO( just may have to use that dragon shower again)... after returning to the Hold through the kitchen removes her boots and cape folding them and setting them aside the bucket she replaces in the supply room wrinkling her nose up smelling a fishy smell she thinks oO(yep another date with the dragon shower would be beneficial to her and anyone she may be in service to)...and she darts off to do just that

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PostSubject: Re: 6/10/18-6/16/18   Thu Jun 14, 2018 11:25 am

06.14.2018
12:06:38

changes bedding and sweep scrubs floor of five bedrooms upstairs/tends to vulo/collects eggs/makes two roasts w/vegetables/showers









~~steps into the kitchen looking around...sighs heavily as she goes to the corner...grabbing the broom...a rag and bucket in hand...girl fills the bucket with water as she makes her way up to the bedrooms. makes her way up the steps as she sits everything down she heads into the first room...yanking back the furs...shaking the dust from them as she does sitting them in a corner as she pulls off the linens sitting them in a pile on the floor...the girl works through all five bedrooms doing the same to each one

~~places all the dirty linens in a pile at the top of the steps as she then runs downstairs...kneeling down as she opens the cupboard grabbing out five freshly cleaned linens she bites into her lip as she makes her way back up the steps to place the linens on the bed makes sure the white cloth is pulled tight as she tucks the extra fabric under the bed...then girl grabs the furs from the corner giving each one a good shake before placing it back over the bed

~~goes from room to room making the beds...he looks into each room satisfied the bed looks good she grabs the bucket and heads into the first of the two largest rooms...looking up at the window seeing her reflection looking back at her she closes her eyes as she lets out a deep breath...not liking what she sees she quickly places the rag on the window hoping to wash away her reflection as she scrubs the little tiny panes of glass clean

~~works from window to window until she reaches the big patio door...looking out onto the porch hoping she can get the door open with the snow piled up on it...taking the rag she scrubs the inside of the door panels...paying close attention to the hand prints on the glass as she wipes heads back down the hall sitting the bucket down her takes the broom in hand...heading back into the bedroom she starts sweeping the dust and grim from around the bed and out into the hallway...sweeping the pile against the wall as she heads to the next bedroom to do the same

~~steps out onto the balcony with broom in hand she looks down at the deep snow...reaching back she pulls the doors shut behind her so the snow doesn’t go inside teeth starts to chatter as she pushes the snow from the balcony with the broom...biting into numb lips as she tries to get all of the snow off...even though her skin is cold she can feel a sweat start as she tries to hurry and get it all removed sneezes and scrunches her nose…sneezes and scrunches her nose

~~steps to the edge of the balcony knowing she is going to go check the patio below for any snow as she looks back seeing that she has removed the snow from the balcony she hurries back inside...stopping at the door noticing in her reflection that her lips have turned blue...pushes the door shut behind her as she brings her hands to her face blowing into them...once the girl gets her hands warm...she rubs them down her exposed legs trying to get them warm as well as she then sweeps the hallway making sure she sweeps the small piles of dirt along with to the edge of the steps

~~takes the bucket into the front bedroom as she slides her hand into the cold water grabbing the brush...as she drops to her knees scrubbing the floor as she brings her other hand wiping her nose...she sniffles as she realizes it is runny makes her way out of the bedroom and across the hall to the other bedroom...dropping her knees to continue scrubbing...coughs

~~makes her way back out into the hallway as she scrubs the boards working her way back to the steps as she slides between the room and hall scrubbing hard...hoping she can do something right for once...and be pleasing in some way...feels the opening of the steps on her toes as she looks up at what she hopes is a job well done she grabs the bucket and broom heading down the steps replacing everything where she got them from...dumping the dirty water down the drain

~~leaves the bucket under the sink then turns head to the backdoor placing feet in her boots and reaching for the red cape she heads out to the animal sheds to tend the vulo...in the storage shed she gathers a bucket of grain and a basket then walks down the snow covered trail to the animal sheds...crossing the bridge she stops to throw some grain to the fish and watches them greedily eating

~~carefully she approaches the vulo pen and slowly opens the gate so she doesn’t disturb then spreading some grain out in the vulo yard and placing some in the feeder...she gently lifts the sitting birds she gathers the eggs in her basket and sets it aside for later along with the bucket...sweeps up the vulo droppings to be used later as fertilizer on the gardens...with the shovel...choking at the dust raised as she hurries to finish her chore

~~noticing there seems to be an over abundance of the birds she quickly grabs two and wrings their necks thinking...oO( how wonderful these will taste on the Hold Jarl’s table) she places the birds in the bucket picks up her basket and heads for the Hold....stopping close to the kitchen door...sits on the stump sets the basket and bucket down taking the birds out and carefully plucks the feathers from the two vulos ...she sings a little song....putting the feathers in a sack to be used later to stuff pillows for the Jarls so they will have a soft place to lay their heads

~~finishes the plucking then she guts them at the work  table by the stump washes them off along with the eggs and washes the bucket out...hurries with the bucket and the basket in to the kitchen...resting the bucket against the wall and placing the eggs in the cold room to keep fresh turning to exit the kitchen she grasps up the two birds brings them inside setting them to the counter she then removes her boots and cape placing them neatly by the back door...gathering up some vegetables and spices from the pantry places them to the counter by the birds

~~she washes off the birds once more along with her hands...she dabs them dry and sets the birds to nest in a roasting pan with some cut up  sul and carrots beets squash whole onions and tospit then she place the fresh birds into the oven in the kitchen to slowly roast and let their aroma fill the air tempting the Hold Jarl to come and eat...as they slowly roast she think it best she to clean up with the dragon shower once again...having loved her shower yesterday...seemed to get her cleaner and the Hold Jarl loved the way her skin felt and her hair shone in the fire light...it will be dinner time in no time so she must harta!!

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PostSubject: Re: 6/10/18-6/16/18   Fri Jun 15, 2018 12:30 pm

06.15.2018
12:48:35

milks the bosk/puts up milk/blackwine






~~she dons her cape and boots and walks out the kitchen and  approaches the bosk warily as the tall wet cold frozen grass caresses her shapely bare legs...shivers slightly from the early morning chill...and sees the bosk’s mighty breath come in steamy clouds as its great head swings around to look at the approaching girl stops n her tracks thinks ...oO(it must of gotten loose)...and she  begins to hum nervously in the early morning silence...heading for the pens...grasping the clean pail she has brought tightly the slave gains confidence as she spots the pens and her humming becomes low and melodious

~~goes to inspect the pen and find the nearby water source so that she may ensure that the pail is clean...and while there...wets the rep cloth hanging from the handle leaving pail and cloth in the pen takes a hand full of feed and still humming...goes back to where the bosk was and finds the bosk has followed the sound of her humming and stands nearer to the pen making lowing sounds

~~pures hum turns into singing as she thrusts the hand with the feed out in the direction of the bosk hopefully the bosk starts as it scents the proffered feed and moves towards the girl at an enthusiastic pace...makes one yelp of mixed joy and surprise at the bosk’s movement...and scurries – half singing and laughing – ahead of the bosk to the pens

~~back in the pen pure’s song relaxes into a sweet country melody as she fills the bosk’s trough with feed as the bosk enters the pen snorting steam coming from its nose and begins to munch...quickly washes her hands..and takes pail and cloth into the stall...closing the milking stall gate behind her in case the bosk should change its mind

~~kneels beside the bosk as it continues to feed...and wipes down its udders thoroughly...places the pail beneath the udders and stops for a second..her song becoming a hum once more reaching for the udders...realizes she must lean against the bosk’s massive sides in order to properly grasp the teat

~~leans her head against the bosk and furrows her brow for a moment...rubbing her hands together to make sure they are warm... she grasps one teat in her hand and squeezes from the top of it and pulls down – a spurt of warm milk squirts into the pale with a metallic ping

~~laughs...and resumes her song grasping a teat in each hand and leaning against the huge...warm animal in the cool morning air pure milks each teat carefully...and feels the udder slowly relax as the sweet milk is drained into the pail pure is careful not to miss the pail as the milking becomes more energetic

~~milks each teat until it seems there is no milk left...as the morning light becomes blue-yellow in the dim pen continues to milk...to make extra-certain that the bosk has been completely emptied...until the animal swings its huge head in her direction and makes an objectionable noise as if it say “that’s enough!”

~~pure jumps back at the animals movement...laughs, and pulls on each teat one more time just to make sure inhales the perfume of the sweet warm milk in the pail and sings brightly and she wipes the udder down one final time and rises from the pen...leaving the confining gate open behind her as she emerges into the early morning light

~~enters the kitchen with the milk pail and water bucket in hand stops humming as she looks around for the distinctive metal milk cans...and begins humming again as she finds a shelf full of different sizes of metal cans – each with a lid considers carefully the sizes with a furrowed brow and finally chooses two smaller ones that she believes will contain equal portions of the bosk milk she has carried from the pens

~~ begins humming once more as she stokes the kitchen fire and carries a large pot to the stove...filling it with water and waiting for it to boil she removes her boots and cape setting them by the back door neatly while the water is boiling

~~turns her attention back to the water as she hears it roll into a boil within the pot...and then pause in the silence as it comes fully to boil and makes that distinctive melody...takes first one can and lid and immerses it into the boiling water and allows it to remain there for several minutes

~~then takes a piece of clean...sanitary rep cloth and a pair of long kitchen tongs and carefully removes first the lid and then the can from the water sets the hot metal container and its lid on a clean piece if rep cloth which she has spread on the counter and dabs them dry even as the hot metal steams itself to dryness

~~repeats the process again with the second milk can...pulling away from the heat of the boiling water lest she burn herself in some way displeasing the Hold Jarl as the milk cans cool...she removes the boiling water from the stove and sets it aside...using two pieces of rep cloth as potholders

~~once freshly cooled pure pours the still fragrant sweet milk in equal amounts into each can...and seals each lid tightly“there!” she says, satisfied she has done her best to contain the milk in a healthy sanitary manner cleans the milk pail in the still hot water...and takes the rapidly cooling water outside to dump it somewhere that it will do some good to the plants and trees

~~sings happily as she returns the water bucket milk pail...and pot to the various places from whence she fetched them returns for the milk and pauses to take a quick look around the kitchen again...making sure everything has been returned to its place

~~picks up the milk cans and proceeds to the cold room yet again vulo pimples come to her skin from the coolness of the cold room quickly she places thee milk can off to the side nay to be in the way

~~she exits the cold room and goes about checking to make sure the Hold Jarl is up and ready for some blackwine...reaching to the cupboards and tipping a mug towards her to rest in her hands...shimmies to the cooking fires and holding the mug in one palm and wrapping her other around the handle of the kettle of blackwine she tips to fill the mug full of the strong black brew settles the kettle back down she once again hugs the mug with both hands

~~she turns to exit the kitchen to go thru the Main Hall and up the stairs to the Hold Jarls Chambers...quitly as she cans she slithers into the room like a ost...to the right side of his bed...him still asleep she places the piping hot mug to the side table and adjust the furs

~~hearing him snore she tiptoes out of the room and back downstairs to the Main Hall to see if she can be of service to anyone the Hall is practically empty except for one Guard who is having his way with another bond on the bench...leaving them be she goes to look for the little giani she has not seen in a while for pure has been busy

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PostSubject: Re: 6/10/18-6/16/18   Sat Jun 16, 2018 7:59 am

06.16.2018
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~~ a slight moan escaped soft coral lips as the slave finally stirred from her sleep...lifting a hand and thrusting light golden hairs from her face   she glanced around and a soft smile curved her lips as a dainty hand drifted down to feel the steel locked around her ankle....recalling the Hold Jarl's words and her own response...she shook her head and murmured..."no...one has no desire to be anywhere else...she is property of Hunjer Isle..." she glanced around the room  she chuckled softly to herself hearing the Hold Jarl snore.....slowly she unlocked the ankle then pushed herself upwards from  floor and ascended to her knees

~~blue eyes glanced around as she surveyed the area and then proceeded to crawl towards the door of the room...she saw several Guards nearby...sunny locks tumbling to either side of her head as she took a deep breath at the archway to the Hold Jarl's Chambers "please may pure be allowed to tend to the Hold Jarl's home?" she pleaded...waiting as she heard the Guard's voices beyond the hall she heard the jingling of keys and a hesitant smile curved her lips...she remained motionless until a Guard had commanded her to His feet...she bellied forward...using her toes and muscles to move herself as her arms remained by her side

~~"Hmmm...quite a well trained we have here." was the one comment she heard....but she didn't say a word as she lay prone at the Guard's feet "So you wish to do chores...do you, ?" came the question...she smiled and murmured.."oh, yes Jarl...pure wishes to do her best to please the Hold Jarl" and she felt her long blonde mane gripped in his hand as she was unceremoniously raised to her feet and placed into leading position...the light haired bond head nestled by the Guard's hip as she crossed her wrists behind her back as she was led from the Hold Jarl's chambers down into the Main Hall...the Guard thrust her in the direction of the kitchen and muttered "go tend to your kitchen chores  today girl." and she grinned...she loved cooking. "yes Jarl!!" came her enthusiastic reply as she sped off for the kitchen.

~~pushing open the door...she hesitated an ihn as she heard the commotion within....a yell from the new Kitchen Jarl and a yelp from a kitchen wench...beyond was the clattering of pots and pans and various dishes as they were being washed...pure smiled as she peered within and entered with the confidence of a woman who knew what she was doing...the new Kitchen Jarl whirled around as she entered and growled "and just who are you to enter my kitchen???" the bond immediately fell to her knees...thrusting her thighs wide as she bent to place her head at his feet..."one is known as pure Jarl...she is the property of Hunjer Isle  and she was told to do her kitchen chores by the Guard Jarl." the only reply she heard was a grunt and the thud of his footsteps as he walked away

~~his only verbal reply was "Don't you dare make a mess out of my kitchen...or I'll see to it you will be punished." and pure murmured.."yes Jarl...one will make sure she cleans any mess she makes." and she grinned as she leaped to her feet and glanced around blue eyes shining as she turned to gaze to the shelves and the cupboards to find what she needed...she already had a menu in mind....roast vulo with some mashed suls...roasted veggies and some cherry pie to finish it off with along with some freshly baked bread...deftly she skirted her way through the kitchen slaves busy with their own tasks and gathered a few roasting trays and a few bowls to mix things in and set them up on the counter

~~then her next foray was to the sul bin to gather several large suls and humming softly to herself as she set them on the counter....shivering slightly as she tugged the door open to the cold storage room...she ventured within to gather the rest of her ingredients...seeing several vulo that were freshly killed this morning she gathered them up and then gathered up some eggs...mushrooms...peppers...onions and some squash...the bond girl hurried back out to the counter area and deposited her items there...sorting them out into piles

~~the girl's happiness seemed to increase as the ehn's went by...finding the sa-tarna flour and salt and pepper...she turned back to the counter to place them down...first to go in would be the vulo...as they would take the longest to cook...she hummed happily to herself and found a girl looking at her rather oddly...she grinned and winked at the redhead before continuing on with her task...she rinsed the vulos and patted the dry with some rep cloths tossing them into the laundry pile before placing it on the roasting tray....liberally sprinkling some salt and pepper over and inside it she shook her head for an ihn

~~something was missing...snapping her fingers...she dashed back to the cold storage room and gathered up the bosk butter...hurrying back...she placed a few pats of butter beneath the skin of the vulo and inside before placing the roasting tray into the ovens to cook...there was one course on it's way...pure grinned and winked to a blonde who passed by...raising her eyebrows at the sullen look the girl gave back and she just shrugged slightly and continued on with her preparations

~~glancing to the other ingredients...she grinned as she swiftly washed the mushrooms...peppers and squash...then slicing them up along with the onion...she arranged them on the other roasting tray...adding some bosk butter and cinnamon to the squash to enhance the flavor...she sprinkled salt and pepper over the peppers...mushrooms and onions and then set that aside for the moment as she gathered a large mixing bowl in  front of her...measuring out the sa-tarna flour...she added water and salt before mixing it up and spreading it out into a circle on a baking tray and then sliding it into the oven to bake...wiping her hands on a rep cloth...she pondered her next move for a moment...nodding to herself as she slid the tray with the squash on it...into the oven...she knew that it would have to bake for awhile to be thoroughly cooked

~~scowling as she lightly leaped over an attempted sweep of her feet...she glared over her shoulder at the black haired girl that sauntered by...by the looks of things...she was one in the kitchen Jarl's favor...for now...pure knew only too well how favor changed from day to day....sighing softly as she turned back to her own work...time to make the crust for the cherry pie....she measured her ingredients carefully....measuring out the sa-tarna flour...salt and sugar and mixing it thoroughly...then adding the cold bosk butter to the mix...she mixed it in before adding the water and then having the dough...she wrapped it into a piece of rep cloth to place in the cold room...she would make sure the pie was made just before it was time for desert...that way it was hot when it was served...placing the dough in the cold storage room to settle as she then worked on cleaning up her area under the stern eye of the Kitchen Jarl

~~diligently...she washed down the counter and made sure she washed each bowl she had used in the hot soapy water in the wash basin....staying out of the way of the other slaves as she moved to and fro to make sure her meal was doing good and she cleaned everything up as she told the Kitchen Jarlshe would....finally, she moved to the cold storage area to make sure she had enough cherries to make a good size pie satisfied...she grinned and went to the ovens to check on her vulo...veggies and bread....carefully..so as not to burn her the Isles property...she turned the bread so it would cook evenly...then basting the vulo with it's own juices and the melted butter...she licked her lips...realizing she hadn't eaten that day as the aroma wafted around her of roasting vulo...squash and veggies and the freshly baked sa-tarna bread.

~~she prayed that the Hold Jarl would be pleased with her efforts as she made sure each was cooked before moving them to the side of the oven to keep warm until dinner time...the pie would be made now and baked just before the Hold Jarl was ready to be served....that way the pie would be hot and fresh...the bond girl grinned and skipped off  towards the baths for a short bath to clean up before serving the meal which was not too much longer

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PostSubject: Re: 6/10/18-6/16/18   Sat Jun 16, 2018 11:28 am

Amazing and thorough chores you have done. you make Me proud.
Few pointers:
I don't want My morning blackwine in My Chambers, thought it was a good thought.
Two, introducing another FM was a good idea.
Three, no begging to leave Chambers, or to enter or any of that. That's a Southern thing and I'm working with you on Northern now that you are getting more used to not being a Womans slave.
Four, nope that's it. Keep up the great work.
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PostSubject: Re: 6/10/18-6/16/18   Sat Jun 16, 2018 7:40 pm

06.16.2018
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yes Jarl...thank you Jarl

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