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PostSubject: 6/17/18-6/23/18   Sun Jun 17, 2018 11:34 am

06.17.2018
11:35:46






tends to fire at the branding doc/shovels snow there too/serves a strange Lady Sand Kaiila Milk (note...MILK: Three types of milk are mentioned within the books.
one being Sand Kaiila Milk which is redish colored and very salty.)


~~nears the branding dock and runs to the fire to warm her small hands....she ponders the option of going out and cutting the wood or staying here...near the fire and cleaning the ash from the fire...wanting to stay warm and dry today..she decides to clear the ash away for she just remember the Hold Jarl and the thralls cut wood...walking to the blacksmith’s tools...she finds a small shovel and a piece of metal that she can scrape the ash into

~~returns to the dock and reaches up to lift the first shovel full of hot ash and then thinks about something she forgot...setting the shovel down you see her running to the shed...she finds an old rep cloth to use for a rag and ripping it in half she wraps it around each hand...returning now...she lifts the metal plate up with her hands wrapped to protect them from the heated metal in to the ash bucket

~~cleans out all of the ash that is possible and puts new logs on the fire....sprinkling the ash under some of the bushes...from the ash bucket she replaces the items in the blacksmiths building and runs off to the Hold shivers as she rushes through the gates of Hunjer Isle pulling the red cape around her to cover her body more...looking at the branding dock...she sighs...the good thing is that the fire is still going

~~sees the dock covered by snow,...not a heavy coat of snow but more than what would allow her to sweep and scrub the dock...digging through the shed...she finds the shovel and races back with it to the dock and begins to slide it back and forth across the dock to clear it of snow

~~chin begins to quiver and as the cape slides forward she feels it scrape across her nipple and the excitement shoots through her body...stopping and looking at the branding equipment...she thinks of her own branding and wonders how she will react to it when it happens to her if it happens  what her emotions will be and if the Hold Jarl has decided on the brand he will use...one of his own or the brand of the North

~~finishes the shoveling and steps up to warm herself near the fire...adding some wood to the fire she lifts the shovel and rests it on her shoulder and marches like a soldier to the shed to put it away...She begins to chant the cadence

“Your left.

Your left.

Your left, right, left.

My back aches,

My ropes too tight.

My boobs shake from left to right.

I don’t know but I’ve been told.

but pure slave pussy is getting mighty cold.”


~~Laughing...she looks around to make sure no one heard and then she runs the rest of the way to the shed to drop the shovel off and then skips to the kitchen door taking off her red cape folding it up and slips off the boots lines them with the others...the new outfit the Hold Jarl allows her to don rides up her hips high showing off much skin but keeping the goody hid for all to wonder a bit...the low cut front tightens her amble breasts up and out a sudden move and you would get a nipple shot

~~she is all to thrilled to wear the new outfit have to say it looks becoming of a bond the grayish color welds great with her soft skin golden hair and bright shinny eyes that tell all she is grateful to be in service to the Isle...turning to her left she checks the blackwine kettle making sure enough is at hand and sees that the new Kitchen Jarl made sure his kitchen is fully equipped with what the Hold Jarl wishes

~~she makes her way to the Main Hall and straightens up picking up the used vessels and plates sashaying them into the kitchen to be washed seeing an other girl doing them she sets then to the side with all the others saying to the girl..."sorry but these here buddies with to take a nice swim in the dishwater with it's friends" giggles a bit and offers her a sweet smile the girl just looks at her like really???

~~back in the Main Hall pure smiles as a Free Woman enters she strides up to her leaning forward a bit along the Ladies side "Lady can pure be of service?" gesturing to the table by the fire "Lady it is mighty comfortable here by the fire come try it out if you will" the Lady turns and smiles at pure her light green outfit viel to matchsuiting the day so well “girl I would like a bowl of Sand Kaiila Milk and strained with no lumps”
pure gives a small nod of her head “Yes Lady a strained no lumps Sand Kaiila Milk right away”

~~quickly and scurries off to the kitchen...her mind scatters around the kitchen as she washes her hands...questioning at all why the desert people would invent such a drink?...finding the wooden cask the desert drink was stored in...the strong potent smell though helps her way to it...so desperately wishing to plug her nose though knowing she would use the scent to find the drink of the desert

~~finding it near the window view of the sun...this was its way for the Kaiila milk to curdle up into a chunky mess in the cask...opening the top of the cask to make sure...her head swings back in shock...pures face wrinkling up and turns a light shade of green over her from the extremely potent smell alone but after a moment she looks inside...swallowing whatever was coming up her throat

~~The red color of the milk making it clear the fermented milk was from the Sand Kaiila...suffering through the potent smell that waves around her and pulls a polished wooden bowl on the counter thinking the new Kitchen Jarl must of brought this here with him which is why she is seeing so many new faces arrive her like the lady she is serving now...pure gags

~~holding the cask cover shut with one hand...and tips the cask over the bowl...the curds of fermented milk staying in the cask while the juice of the Red Salty drink leaks through the crack between the rim and top...straining the drink so only the juices would seep through and into the wooden bowl  pure holds back another reflexive gag

~~the Lady smells her drink long before it reaches her….placing the cask of Kaiila milk back near the window where the sun peeks through...pure takes the wooden bowl of the Sand Kaiilia Milk back to the Ladies right side as she warms herself at the table by the fire pure smiles sweetly her long arms extending to offer the Lady her drink though secretly attempting to get the smell away from her...wanting it out of her hands as fast as possible. “Sand Kaiila Milk Lady...strained as you ordered pure prays that it pleases you.” thinks...oO(just take the drink already..this stuff stinks)

~~the Lady smiles at pure and looks at her drink the wooden bowl just on it smell is potent “very well served girl” and takes the drink off pures offering hands... sips it and can hardly speak “well served indeed!” lifts her veil and downs the drink in one large gulp!...pures hands quickly retract back...scooting back respectfully so she could wave off the smell...holding back with every fiber of her being to not throw up...looks to the Lady raises her eyebrows and just smiles thinking...oO(wait till the Hold Jarl hears this)

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PostSubject: Re: 6/17/18-6/23/18   Mon Jun 18, 2018 7:14 am

06.18.2018
08:00:02

collects dung for fuel along with bonnie/plays around/takes a bath/practices dance






~~bonnie one of the other bond girls greets pure while she is out in the barn yard collecting dung for the fires "Tal pure….how are you today?"pure stands up and wipes the sweat from her brow as she hears someone call her name....looking up she sees bonnie and smiles a wry grin and states “well enough...if you find picking up bosk chips okay?"

~~bonnie laughs..."well…actually no...but it is the life we have and the task we must endure...but since bonnie is through with her chores would be quite happy to help you with yours."

~~pure sighs happily “are you sure, this is not the most pleasant of tasks...basically...we must find the driest of the chips and place them in these sacks so they may be used to start fires on the hearths not easy since it snowed"

~~bonnie nods and smiles..." am quite serious actually see that as less disgusting than the not so dry ones"

~~pure hands a sack to bonnie and drops back to her knees...to start testing the chips bonnie does as her friend does...dropping to her knees and looking at which pile is which...realizes the closer to ground she gets the more obvious the smells become

~~pure looks at the first pile in front of her tests it with her finger…feeling resistance...she tests another area...feeling resistance again....she lifts the chip and it does not break...she opens her sack and drops the pile inside

~~bonnie finds a stick and prods the various piles...flipping them over to test the various states of dampness...she determines the amount of flies seems to be a good indicator...pure giggles at bonnie for using the stick...“what’s the matter girl...afraid of getting a little dirty?” pure says...bonnie finds a few here and there and reaches down and grabs it gingerly…turning and placing it in the sack

~~bonnie says "Um…well…think about it. We are being trained to be pleasurable bonds are we not?"pure speaks saying "yeah, so?" bonnie says "guess mixing thoughts of dancing and serving men and picking up bosk piles just seem a bit of a paradox" bonnie decides to swallow her pride and tosses the stick aside pure nods in approval giving her a smile

~~bonnie grunts to herself knowing this is truly not a skill she hopes to be accomplished at...pure tells bonnie "you have to know something about me…pure was raised by an Old bittie who coddled so working in this stuff is new to me also ...bonnie thinks back to her time as a Free woman so long ago and how she could never imagine herself doing something such as this"

~~pure says..."and the only way to learn…. is to do”…grinning broadly...she grabs a handful of wet dung and throws it at bonnie...the girl tries to duck from the onslaught of dung but only manages to avoid some of it. “Hey….what was that for? I offered to help you and you sling this disgusting stuff at me”...says bonnie

~~pure states “if we are going to do a disgusting job, might as well make it fun to make it bearable...if we are laughing...then the job will go faster”...pure reaches down and tests another pile and plops it into the bag...bonnie thinks quickly and then yells…”Look….what is that thrall is doing?” then when pure turns to look bonnie returns her fuselage waits to see if the pure will laugh or

~~pure squeals as the damp dung hits her…laughing hard...she tries to form words but finds that she can’t while laughing....catches her breath and then says “very… good… that’s the way!”...bonnie starts to laugh as well. “I’m not so sure we will see this task fade quickly from our memories but at least we can say we laughed”

~~pure says “true enough! so let’s finish this nastiness and get cleaned up or it will be our hides”...works quickly along with bonnie to fill the bags necessary to complete her chore bonnie laughs a bit more and nods..."aye, lest we grow too fond of it” she says with a wink


~~the girls work on filling sacks and sacks till the chore was done they both stinking and sweating dirty as the tarsks in the mud bog...they deposit the sacks to the supply shed...treads to the kitchen and removes their cape and kirtles along with boots

~~they clean off their boots by the water fountain out in the back yard...then as they enter the kitchen line them up by the back door..the kirtles and capes the toss to the laundry just in time to be washed by the laundry wench...pure thanks bonnie for helping then swats her lil behind

~~bonnie goes to shower while pure decides to soak in a tub wanting to smell good when she serves the Hold Jarl..she will used bath salts perfume and lotion all of the lavender scent one she has grown fond of and the Free Men it nay seems to bother them

s~~he sinks in the hot waters and thinks about the Hold Jarl and how she disappointed him with her six post dance...she thinks of a dance that she can do to knocks his socks off she dips down underwater and rinses off...mind on the dance she will preform for his pleasure...smiles thinking she knows just which one she will do

~~quickly she exits the bath dries off uses the powders lotions and perfume and a comb to take the tangles out of her sunny colored hair...dropping the towel in the near by laundry basket puts on the other kirtle that the Hold Jarl gave her...she looks as sexy in this one as the other she rushes to the sands and practices the dance

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PostSubject: Re: 6/17/18-6/23/18   Tue Jun 19, 2018 6:27 am

06.19.2018
07:17:00

cleaning the bosk and kaiila pens/pure almost gets eaten






~~raises her head and looks onto the large chore board in the slave quarters her eyes flashes several times...making sure she is reading it right…cleaning the bosk and kailla pens....pure almost give out a cold sweat...as a shaking shiver shots thru her back at the spine...why this is so will become more evidently clear later.

~~dressed in her red work cape and boots makes her way toward the animal pens....rolling a large wheel barrel within the palm grips on either side...she pushes the cart with stacks of fresh long stranded hays just collected....and a large pitch fork pressing down upon the pile

~~facing the pens pure gazes toward the two animals sitting across from one another...behind there enclosed gates....turning her head to the left pure sees the bosk...then to the right where the kailla was...she skedaddles quickly toward the bosk’s pen with a smile

~~the bosk was anxious to see pure can tell as it makes its unusual snorting heavy breathing sound...pure calls out to boski the nickname she give the animal...“Greeting boski how are you today?” as she gives it a soft pet on the head and a exciting scratch below boski’s neck...it raised her head with an excited tone

~~ before pure makes her way inside the pen...she reaches into her side pocket...where she hid some fresh green grass picked up earlier from the open woodland hills...and they were still kind of wet with the sweet morning dew on them

~~the girl hands out the fresh grass to boski....as it ate by gulping closely to pure’s hand...with its wet and slipper tongue out tickling pure...as the bosk used the tongue to lure in the grass closer too its mouth...and chewed most joyously it seems...pure left some on the side for boski...and got started with cleaning the pen

~~shovels the dirtied hay to one side... and carefully picking up the dried dung with the pitchfork...it was a arduous job...as pure faces the cart to drop the dung into it...she felt something cold poking at her rear...right between...between her butt cheeks...it was boski’s snout trying to get some attention pure leaps into the air....then turns to point her finger at boski with a very serious frown and shakes her head at the animal

~~finally done with cleaning up the pen...pure grips her arms around boski to give it a tight gripping hug at the neck...she scratches the animal’s chin with much affection, before exiting the pen...lifting the latch to lock the gate...her eyes watches the happy bosk roaming around its clean pen...before finding a cozy spot to settle itself down in the corner

~~now slowly making the way toward the next pen...pures steps were slow..the face pale as white can be...and body tenses...her blue eyes locked upon the kailla very closely... for it is a carnivorous mammal...with very very scary looking teeth...drooling much of its saliva with its wide open gaping mouth...as its own dark eyes locked upon pure as tho it was ready to pounce onto her…pure takes a big gulp seeing the animal

~~pure taking a deep deep breath...with the pitchfork in hand...she makes her way into the pen very carefully...the eyes of the animal never lost gaze as pure too watched the beast very closely...hands were shaking terribly...as she does her best to quickly to collect the soiled bedding...her face was tense...as deep down pure was shaking with much fear and nervousness to be in the same room with this beast

~~needless to say pure would not remain idle in the pen any longer than necessary...as soon as she was done with cleaning the pen....with her back against the door and the pitchfork held tightly in her grip by the chest...pure retreats back out of the gate...the drooling mouth and sharp teeth of the beast...looks back at pure as tho she was its dinner

~~pure not able to turn her head and see where she was going...pure nearly trips on her footing...and it spooked the beast as well...as pure quickly slips out of the gate...as the beast seemed ready to pounce onto her...quickly pure closes the gate with the latch sealed...patting her nervous and fast beating heart...deep breaths were taken to calm herself...by the locked gate

~~but... it was that moment the beast lunges quickly against the gate...and give out a loud bark and spurted its saliva all over pure...covered in its slimy substance...pure squeals with her most girlish cries...and runs out of the animal enclosure screaming at the top of her lungs for help….”Ahhhhhh…..”


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PostSubject: Re: 6/17/18-6/23/18   Wed Jun 20, 2018 11:36 am

06.20.2018
12:33:15

cleans drink area/sweeps mops floor/dishes/cleans furs/blackwine greenery/shower









~~grins and bounces on her heels before leaping to bare feet and moving around the bar in the drink area taking the basin there into the kitchen and filling it with hot water from the kettle on the hearth and some soap flakes...then another with just clean water...and takes them one at a time back out to the Main Hall...setting them into their well designed wells in the low drink area in the back...singing as she works..pushing back the  golden curls with irritation

~~grabbing a piece of binding fiber she ties it loosely in her hair...holding it back from her impish features...and go back to work...pulling the glasses and mugs and tankards and horns from the shelves...and putting them in the basin and stacked beside it...then washes down the shelves...lining them when clean with sterile rep clothes before washing and drying the vessels and putting them back

~~using the wet cloth to wash down the counter in the drink area..then ..pure pivots on a bare foot and dusts the back part...the shelves of various wines from assorted regions...ta wine and turian...cosian...a wide array although the much coveted falarian wine is missing...much too rare and expensive to blatantly display even if the Hold Jarl had a bottle

~~goes back to behaving practice...giggling to herself as she dusts the rest of the drink area...then takes the basins and dumps them out...spilling the rinse water onto the plats to the side of the back kitchen door...she planted outside in the dim hope they might flourish here...the soapy water on the weeds along the rocky path in hopes of killing them

~~refilling the basins...one with soap she return them to the drink area for the clean up through the afternoon and she hangs the clothes and dries her hands...smiling warmly as she dancing across the Main Hall she flings the windows open wide to let the fresh  air blow through as she ties back the drapes and gathers up armfuls of goblets and tankards taking them to the kitchen where she draws water and sprinkles lemon zest in the water frothing it with her hands as she tips the vessels in

~~returning to collect platters and bowls from the main area she adds those to the sink full of water letting them soak as she takes the broom and standing on tipsy toes sweeps away the cobwebs from the corners of the high ceiling before sweeping the floors thoroughly and discarding the trash out the back door of the kitchen

~~replacing the broom with a bucket and mop she fills the pail with water and cleaning fluid that smells fragrant as a sea breeze as she sets to mopping the floors a happy song emitting from ruby lips as she goes about her chores on this beautiful morning watching with satisfaction as a gleam appears on the floor where she has been

~~pausing in the Main Hall she gathers up the furs heaving them out of the back door to the garden where she throws them over the line returning time and again for them her slight form only able to carry two at a time...lastly the Hold Jarls furs where he allowed her to kneel the first day she came to the Isle...the day he rescued her from the man with the dirty boots...with a soft smile she buries her face in the fur inhaling deeply of his scent before taking that also to the line

~~slipping back inside she finishes mopping the floor and then takes a clean cloth and polishes the low wooden tables and windowsills removing the wilting greenery from the vases over the mantel and disposing of them...sweeping a basket into her arms to collect new ones as she slips back outside taking the beater as she sets the basket down and uses it on the furs giggling as dust flies everywhere as she beats fresh air into them

~~dragging them back to the Main when done...tiny beads of perspiration apparent on her forehead she wipes her brow with one dainty hand as she spreads the furs about once more spinning on dainty toes in satisfaction at her work before settling herself at the sink to wash...dry and put away the dishes..goblets and tankards in their place once more ready for the evening to begin

~~finally she fills the heavy blackwine kettle with water sprinkling the aromatic dark beans from the canister into the water as she raises it to its hook over the fire and fills another kettle with water to boil should it be needed before kneeling at the hearth and clearing the dead embers and ashes before laying new paper and logs rising to fetch a taper from the mantel and lighting it from one of the flickering candles in their sconces

~~smiling as flames begin to leap she wipes the surfaces in the kitchen and arranges the new greenery in the vase and presents in upon the mantel so all can take in its freshness...she slips out closing the door quietly behind her while she rushes to take a shower and dress in one of the kirtles the Hold Jarl gifted her...she wants to look her best for him will make sure to curl her hair letting locks fall where they will

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PostSubject: Re: 6/17/18-6/23/18   Thu Jun 21, 2018 9:07 am

06.21.2018
09:37:24

pure takes a walk






~~pures eyes scanned the area of the field... near the docks where they landed for the evening they had been on the boat for quite some time now fishing and she had sea legs...she was still wobbly the moment she slipped from the boat...one of the Hold Jarls Guards stepped after her grunting..."where do you think you are going lass" she nearly jumped her skin hearing his voice

~~she murmured in a softened voice..."nothing specially Jarl pure was just going to stretch her legs a little girl needed to feel the steady ground underneath her feet" he nodded and stifled a yawn...scratching His beard..."lets go then"... she smiled a little...it was nice to have a Jarl walking with her...not want that wanted to touch her at sudden places...surely he was a man...but he loved his dear life to much  

~~"pure is glad to be home again Jarl" pure whispered...her voice would carry far across the waters and she certainly didn't want to wake the Hold Jarl...she remembers how grumpy he can be in the mornings...when waking up before his time...he growled!! "it is pure it is"... the man grunted in a reply to her words...the snow crunched underneath her boots...her red cape was wrapped around slender shoulders...it billowed gently around her ankles...the hood was tugged up her head and sky blue eyes scanned the Isle slowly...it was peaceful...white and well she wouldn't want to trade it for the world

~~it was her home now and she was owned by the Isle.. she had forgotten she ever lived with the Old Bittie in Scagnar..."traveling was fun Jarl but its more fun to come home" pure pondered her words a little...cause it was...it was true...where ever the Hold Jarl...it was home to pure ever since the Hold Jarl brought her here...but....to be back home from fishing out in the Thassa...well...there was no place better...the snow keeps scrunching underneath their boots as they walked in silence now  

~~pure thought about the way the Hold Jarl got her.. she was a broken little girl...she was taught by him to please wriggling and writhing...squirming and stuff like that.. she remembered the first moment she saw the Hold Jarl...she was terrified by him...he was huge much better than the Jarl with the muddy boots now she knew that that was how the Jarls looked like

~~being a Free Womans slave she hardly ever served and never did crawl in the furs with any man...she tried to stifle a giggle remembering Jarls reacting on meeting pure the Guard looked besides him as she looked up " pure is sorry Jarl ...it was uhmm.. funny...some thoughts were..." he grinned and nodded and as pure turned her head again...she was back in her own thoughts...the Hold Jarl had said to pure "till you learn you are to kneel at my feet and nay try tempting me"...oh...heck... she had been terrified...the Hold Jarl was known for killing slaves within the heartbeat...but somehow in the months that had passed...she learned how to be a strong bond.. she had been growing

~~she had met a few slaves...there was one with the nick name of pup...gawd...pure wondered how she was doing...then there was bonnie...pure smiled thinking about bonnie they had gone through so much bosk shit in one day...pia stopped in her movements and the Guard nearly bumped into her...she snickered and pointed to the stars above...it was a clear night and underneath the dark sky...there was the snow...it was a beautiful sight...pure was speechless..."beautiful isn't it Jarl?" the man grunted because she had just stopped dead in her tracks to show the sky..."silly wench" he muttered underneath his breath and it caused a chuckle to roll from her lips  

~~" time to go back pure its getting colder and colder.. and I do not wish Onak to jump on my back cause you have been outside to long" ...pure stifled a giggle again and nodded...the hood firmly around her face..."sure Jarl...let us go back then girl wouldn't want to anger the Hold Jarl neither"

~~it was not that she was scared of the Hold Jarl...she just...well respected him the most...again the cloak billowed around her ankles...her steps were smooth and fast...she had no hard time following the Jarl...soon they were on the boat again...she curled up gently at her spot and smiled...flipping the hood back...knowing in the morning they would be busy hauling the fish up to the Hold

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PostSubject: Re: 6/17/18-6/23/18   Fri Jun 22, 2018 9:21 am

06.22.2018
10:18:10

hauling fish/fires/checks supplies/makes bread/checks on Hold Jarl

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~~having woke up on the boat...pure rises and remember she has to do her share of fetching the fresh fish up to the hold..upon the snow dock is a net full of fish to which she looks around for something to carry the fish with...she spies a box not too big but just the right size and she goes about filling the box with the fish...then she lifts it up and totes it to the Hold...seeing that others placed their carry to the ice house to stay fresh

~~she deposits her fish in a pile over to the side in the Ice House..she covers them with some ice chips and salt... hikes back to the docks and fills the box another time..retracing her tracks back and leaving the fish iced and salted...she does this several times as do the others... untill the whole net is empties and the Ice House filled with fresh fish

~~pure deposits the box in the supply shed then washes her hands out side by the well...looking about she sees that last night snowfall has blanketed nicely on the yard...the sun making the snow glitter...making it looks like a wonderland...she sighs thinking she would love and stay and just look upon the grounds but knows there are other things to do so she enters the door at the back of the Kitchen

~~pure slips inside the silent Main Hall gazing about her tenderly elegant fingers caressing the shiny polished wood of the tables as she checks the greenery for freshness..resplendent in their vases atop the high mantel over the fire and on the window seat where she loves to perch overlooking the yard she glides over to the hearth

~~dropping to her knees she clears the cold hearth and sets a new fire there...slipping to the kitchen to do the same there that there may be plenty of heat when the sleeping Hold Jarl awakes to cook him and his guests food and keep the ever boiling kettle of blackwine and water boiling...smiling humming a lil tune to herself as she fills the kettles heaving them against her tiny curvaceous form as she moves to and fro

~~opening the kitchen windows slightly to allow the cooler air to cool of the freshly bake pies...she washes her hands then she moves into the cold room to check supplies of kalana..mead...ale...paga and juices....moving to the back of the room she selects a hunk of bosk and another of tabuk dragging them back to the kitchen and prepares them for cooking...cleaning and hanging them on the spits over the fire

~~washing her hands she moves to the table in the center of the kitchen and reaching across the counter for a bag of flour sprinkling it into a bowl and some of the surface before collecting butter...a pitcher of water from the cold storage and adding the ingredients little by little smiling at the faint yellow color of the dough as she makes sa tarna bread shaping the dough into flat cylinder shapes before placing on a tray

~~leaving them on the counter with the cloth covering them...she looks at the time sighing softly loving the bliss of the quiet morning and as one last treat to herself slips upstairs to peek at the sleeping Hold Jarl heart full of poignant love for him as she gently kisses his forehead before slipping out to take a shower then tend to the Hold Jarls breakfast for soon she knows he will be awake

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PostSubject: Re: 6/17/18-6/23/18   Sat Jun 23, 2018 8:07 am

06.23.2018
09:06:19




pure is feeling too sick to do a chore today
she is staying in bed most of the day

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