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PostSubject: 6/24/18-6/30/18   Sun Jun 24, 2018 8:29 am

06.24.2018
09:27:24



no chore today still feeling sick sorry


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PostSubject: Re: 6/24/18-6/30/18   Mon Jun 25, 2018 11:24 am

06.25.2018
11:30:32

grinds up dead fish for fertilizer for the garden




~~after retrieving a big empty basket out of the kitchen in the Hold she heads to the banks of the stream where her...and Jarl Thunderbolt saw the dead fish laying across the ground...as she approaches the stream...the foul stench greets her nose making her cringe at such a smell...she inhales deeply as

~~she about gags as her eyes look in disgust at the dead corpses strewn all about...she steps lightly to make sure she does not step on any of them....the sun shining high in the sky warms her lightly covered skin...she pauses a moment to enjoy the wonderful feel as the rays dance across her...she smiles then goes about the task at hand

~~he stoops down slightly on her well shaped slender legs..her kirtel rising slightly showing more of her smooth tanned thigh...she extends out her arm and carefully with her slender thumb and forefinger begins to pick up the decomposing corpses...as she pulls at the dead fish...she hears a tearing noise as it is freed from the blades of grass it is laying up on...small bugs fly up as she disturbs their feast

~~she drops the dead corps into her basket...luckily a slight breeze begins to lick at her face...blowing back her sunny locks...feeling the cooling sensation as it teases the beads of sweat that have formed on her skin...she continues on...picking up corpses as she walks along

~~when her basket is full she heads over to some rocks she spotted on the way over...she sets the basket aside and start picking up each stone...examining them for a flat smooth surface to rub together to grind up the dead little bodies to scatter in the gardens...satisfied with two of them she sits upon her knees and pulls the stinky basket close

~~she reaches into the basket with her tiny hand and in the same manner she picked them up...she brings up a rotting corps between her thumb and forefinger...she plops it onto the flat surface....with another flatten rock...she hits at the corps several times...then begins to rub the two stones together...she hears the crunching underneath the stone...she applies what she can of her fragile frame...she crunching begins to subside...she inspects the mangled up remains....satisfied it is grounded up enough she scraps it off with a flatter rock into a pail she brought along

~~she continues this until the basket is empty...she picks it up and heads along the banks again...gathering up more dead bodies...when the basket is full she heads back to the rocks and grinds them...scraping them into the pail

~~after two or three ehns of gather...grinding and scraping of the stinky little bodies...she notices her huge pail is full of grounded up fish...she gets up and tries to pick up the heavy pail...but it is hard to move...she throws her back into it and begins dragging it along the ground...she notices it is leaving a mark along the grass and dirt...she finally gets it over by the gardens....her body covered head to toe in sweat...dirt and smelly fish remains...she stands up and catches her breath quickly

~~she looks around for a shovel to scoop the muck with...but sadly there isn’t one...so with both hands she dives with them into the messy smelling remains...she gags at the feel of fish scales and crushed bones and guts as it slides between her fingers...she scoops it out and begins flinging it into the garden...it splashes everywhere...all over her and the garden...as the pail gets emptied out more she is able to pick it up...she walks up and down each row spilling out a little here..a little there...she retrieves the hoe that was leaning up against the building and begins chopping at the dirt...mixing in the smelly muck

~~after she finally gets the last of it mixed into the soil...she stands back and admires the garden then wrinkles her nose as the wind blows a gentle breeze on her...bringing up the foul smell that is all over her...she cleans out the basket and pail before returning them to their rightful places as she returns the hoe...she looks at the garden again...she smiles and looks up to the sun...which is hanging lower in the vivid blue sky...he heads off happily to attend the verr

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PostSubject: Re: 6/24/18-6/30/18   Tue Jun 26, 2018 10:37 am

06.26.2018
10:52:05

washes clothes/gathers flowers & fruit/flower arrangement/fruit bowl/shower/breakfast







~~smiling happily as she bounces into the Main Hall and out to the kitchen...sincere little face intent on doing some chores before the day begins she drags out the big tub filling it with water and freshly made lemony soap crystals sprinkling them with gay abandon into the tub full of water swishing them with her hands before running upstairs to the various rooms dancing in and out as she gathers up armfuls of clothes

~~unceremoniously dumping them all in the tub she drops to her knees shuddering in the coolness of the beautiful morning as she scrubs and cleans the soiled garments before changing the water and rinsing them thoroughly ensuring she has squeezed as much water out of them as she can before dragging the tub out the back door and down the path to the big line that swings between two sturdy trees

~~hanging each garment she nods in satisfaction knowing that the warm  sun shining above her and radiating everything with its warmth will dry the clothes quickly so that she can fold and put them all away tidily...returning to the kitchen she selects two wicker baskets and tumbles once more down the path

~~plucking delicate talendar...scarlet flaminium and multi colored dina in one basket she bends and swoops at exquisitely tiny waist inhaling deeply of the scents and aromas of the sweet little garden before also picking fresh fruit and placing it in the other basket

~~her sensual soul filled with delight as she places ripe cherries...rosy red larma...ramberries and other fruits of the orchards in her basket returning to the kitchen and arranging the flowers in vases and placing on the mantel...window seat and in the Hold Jarl's  chambers before organizing the fruit in baskets on the counter should any guests require some when they visit

~~quickly she rushes to take a shower and clean up so she can serve the Hold Jarl his breakfast he was starting to wake when she took the flowers in and she wishes not to disappoint him any....she steps into he hot shower and quickly lathers up her soft skin with the vanilla soap making sure to scrub extra so she is fully clean wanting to be her best for the Hold Jarl...stepping out and drying off
she tosses the towel into the basket

~~combs her long silky golden strands and oils up and dabs some perfume in her special spots...she strides into the kitchen with a smile she gives the Kitchen Jarl...taking up a tray and a platter she chooses a breakfast for the Hold Jarl...making sure to top it off with a mug of blackwine...she waltzes into the Main Hall as the Hold Jarl...seats him self

~~coming around to his right side she places the tray with his breakfast atop on to the table in front of him she nuzzles up to him gloating in the strength his body displays her soft ample breasts breasts mesh to his rough right arm and she purrs..."your breakfast Jarl...pure prays that it for fills your hunger needs and that pure for fills your lustful needs"

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PostSubject: Re: 6/24/18-6/30/18   Wed Jun 27, 2018 8:36 am

06.27.2018
08:36:46

lined path to Hold with colored rocks/lil ganni/airing Hold out/doodling/hospitality






~~wakes from her morning nap...sets the little ganni to the floor and rises up....comes into the Main Hall...and goes near the door....bends to retrieves the basket full of painted rocks...opens the door...whistles for the kit and awaits while he comes thru the door and she follows him out....watching him bounce down the walk way

~~setting the basket down she kneels...reaching to the basket and pulls a paint rock out and places it along the edge of the walk way about every foot she places a painted rock down one side then up the other...the ganni sniffing each rock as pure places them into place ..her giggling at the kit..and asks."lol are you the rock inspector ?"

~~crawling around the walk way she places the rocks just so....as she places the last rock...she rises takes the little ganni placing him in the basket and walks down the walkway turns and walks up to the Hold her looking from side to side...seeing the painted rocks..leading her to the door of the Hold...such a pretty site....goes great with the flowers that line the walk way...adorning the flower beds gratefully...she prays the Hold Jarl will get much joy at the efforts to bring a smile to his face as he approaches

~~speaks softly to the ganni ...as she reaches in the basket and sets him back to the ground...."go on lil one and do not get in the way....go explore the grounds....but do not stay gone long" pure enters the Hold places the basket back to the storage room...then goes about the Hold opening windows and curtains...blowing out candles and snuffing out torches and oil lamps...keeps the fire going by adding three more logs....twirls around seeing the Hold is in good condition

~~thinking...oO( boy the Hold Jarl's slaves...make sure the home stays in tip top condition)...the smell of blackwine grabs pures attention and she makes way to the kitchen....washes her hands...and goes to the hearth and looks to the kettle of fresh blackwine....inhaling its heady aroma....sighs....looks to make sure the mead and paga kettle is full and the kalda and hot chocolate are plentiful....smiles seeing every thing prepared

~~takes out a notebook and writing tool and goes to sit in her favorite spot the window ledge in the Main Hall....and begins to doodle a bit in the notebook paying no mind to what she is drawing ...just drawing she is happy and being in service of the Isle she is content

~~pure tilts her head to look out the window to watch the thralls hoeing in the gardens....watching as their muscular frames flex...knowing soon the ground will be ready to plant vegetables...smiles knowing she did her part the other day when she added fertilizer...shivers remembering the stench...but she knows the Hold Jarl will appreciate the hard work that went into getting and maintaining the garden as he will when harvesting and cooking what as been planted

~~her crystal blue eyes catch the site of a Free Man she does not know coming up the walk....she smiles wen he waves to her as he strides up to the Hold....waving back she hops out the window and slips to the hearth and grasps up towel drapes it over her left arm and a hospitality bowl of water to freshen up the travelers journey she places in the snug hug of both her soft palms...and awaits his arrival into the Main Hall

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PostSubject: Re: 6/24/18-6/30/18   Thu Jun 28, 2018 12:00 am

06.28.2018
00:21:12

pure dances as a bond maid




~~the bondmaid steps forward as she hears she will be permitted to dance…she pauses for a moment and tosses the horn she caught towards another slave...then she grins and lets the shiver pass as she feels the eyes upon her…relishing in the pure pleasure of even that feeling…the pink tip of her tongue snakes out and she winks at The Hold Jarll...then she begins her steps forward...her stride held short by the long kirtle she wears…grey wool a lovely contrast to the golden flesh of a sun-kissed bond

~~the girl continues forth...one of her small hands lifts and she signals the musicians...to begin…she cares not what they play...just that she will dance…then her hand lowers and a lovely finger traces flirtatiously along the edge of the tables…her hips now rocking with the sensuous sound of the double flute…a lovely motion that mimics that of the Thassa…her long hair loose around her...swirling and caressing each time she turns her head to take in the masculine forms of the Men she passes…each of these men causing her to blush and grin...thrilled...on her way within the formation of tables…finally she is at the last table...her toes right at the edge of the sand pit that so many have danced in before her

~~she grins and turns decisively...steps upon the bench her bare foot pressing to the wood and she uses it as a step to push her upwards...brazenly standing upon the tabletop her bright eyes sparkle a bold grin across her face as she begins moving with the music once again…her hands sassy upon her hips and her steps light...she is obviously an elegant beast...but each time the tabor drum cries out a bare foot of the bond stomps upon the smooth wood of the table causing the horns and tankards to rattle loudly adding to the boisterous sounds of the Main Hall…her hands slither excitedly caressing concealed curves of the dancing bond maid

~~her breasts straining against the deep plunging garment as the festivities intoxicate her the same…so she pushes the top of her kirtle off her shoulders freeing the swell of her breasts as she turns and comes to a swirling halt before Jarl Thunderbolt...her eyes daring to peer into his...her skin flushed and glowing as she continues to keep her eyes locked there...but moves enchanting and elegant once again...she sways before him…her slender arms rise above her willowy and graceful her wrists come to cross submissively high over her head but then just as quickly the sharp sound of the cymbals cries out and demands she uncross them…with a graceful turn of her hip she is dancing further down the table

~~soon the kaska enters the music that fills the Lodge…the swift tapping of the tight drum drives her to move faster her small feet once again stomping upon the worn wood of the table causing the tankards and horns to rattle noisily her eyes bright and mischievous as her hands now push against the kirtle gathered at her narrow waist teasingly easing it down until slithers along long legs and pools at her feet only to be left behind discarded by the bond maid that dances boldly…her lovely breasts high bouncing beautifully as she turns this way and that…displaying her charms her soft tight flesh and her love for the Isle…she dances from her heart, stomping and twirling along the tables still…the glistening beginning to cover her lovely tanned skin her cheeks flushed with joy and laughter

~~soon the thundering of the drums and the stomping of her feet fill the Hall the rowdy joyous sounds rattling the very roof…the rise and fall of her breasts continues faster and harder…droplets of sweat roll between that lovely cleavage as she twirls nimbly upon the tables…she winks at each man she passes flirtatious and confident as she dances over the horns in their holders…then she turns again her eyes sweeping about the Hall as she continues…letting her body naturally move with the music her hips and breasts in perfect mirror motions she dances from edge to well worn edge of the table

~~her gaze moves to the Free Women her eyes sparkling as she peers to them she smiles to each yet the nude girl moves mindless of their sensitivities...she dances for men…her own gaze sweeps once again to the Jarls…letting her bright eyes speak to each of them…telling of her fire of her love for these strong men of Hunjer Isle…she dances wilder...twisting and turning upon her nimble stomping feet…a perfect balance of sensuality and strength are shown as she turns and stomps rattling the tankards again forcing them to dance and play along with her and the musicians

~~finally the dancing slave is at the end of the tables… she considers turning and moving back to happily dance and display before the Jarls once again…after all...she is slave and thrives under the eyes of a strong man…but as she spins upon her pointed toes the music builds…a roaring sound of drums and cymbals… kaskas and tabors an occasional rise of the flutes all combining to fill the Hall with its sound threatening to take the roof right off the Hold Jarl’s Home…the climax comes explosively...tossing the bold bond maiden helplessly to her knees there at the edge…right in front of the Hold Jarl her hands upon the wood...her knees balancing the naked slave by a hair's breath on the edge of the table…wild eyes lifted as she gazes into his eyes wild flashes of fire remain in her eyes even as she kneels conquered there

~~once the trembling girl regains her balance...she rises up to a lovely kneel and tosses her head...long hair cascading down her back…but she only kneels there for a moment...the fire still in her eyes and the heaving still upon her chest…then she slithers backwards...a lovely feminine motion that causes the girl to gracefully drop to her feet upon the Halls floor…the music now a melody that only replays in the mind having silenced with the end of her dance…although as she moves to the  kitchens fire pit to fetch a pitcher of mead for service...the graceful movement of her hips continues...alluring and confident… she winks to the girls as she boldly moves...as is the way of a bond of the Isle of Hunjer

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PostSubject: Re: 6/24/18-6/30/18   Fri Jun 29, 2018 8:03 am

06.29.2018
08:20:20

cooking : vulo with mushroom - wine sauce/rice/ramsberry cake







~~slipping out the door of the barn she pulls her cape...tighter around her shoulders venturing off toward the path...the day was nice...sun kissing along her cheeks...booted feet continuing forward. she had slept well the previous night, waking up rather refreshed and actually feeling well rested. kicking off the dirt from her boots...small hands moved to the door as she slipped inside the Hold thru the Kitchens back door

~~hanging up her cape lil feet sauntered off toward the work space a bounce in her step really as she was excited to try the two recipes....so she hadn't had much experience cooking these but how hard could it be following directions...as she did it nearly every enh of the day....washing her hands with warms water and soap flakes...she dried them with a rep cloth pale blue eyes looking about now...as she reached for the first recipe eyeing the ingredients then goes to retrieve the two vulo breasts from the cold room

~~she set the two deboned breasts on cutting board to the side....she gathered the flour...pepper...butter... onions...mushrooms...parsley...rice...water measured out...and salt...and ta grape wine she read the recipe once leaning against the counter as she read it again making sure she understood each part...it would probably be best to start with the vulo as it really was the main course in "vulo with mushroom - wine sauce" as the recipe called it anyways....taking a deep breathe she faced all the ingredients and measuring utensils she set out...ready or not to dive in

~~reading the first instruction she cut the previously cooked vulo breasts...thanks to a girl she now owed a good portion of chocolate too...in 3 pieces...patting down each piece soaking up any excess juices or liquids...in a side bowl she tossed in the 2 tablespoons of sa tarna flour for each portion of vulo... she set the remaining mix to the side...rinsing and drying the water droplets from the skillet...she placed the coated vulo inside...the fire licking at the button she brushed the butter along each piece of meat...watching as the flour and pepper dissolved with it...eventually turning brown

~~next time she would cook the vulo herself however eliminating that step really did give her hope that she might just get this right....sliding the vulo onto a large and previously warmed serving platter...washing and rinsing the cutting board...she dried it again...sliding back along the counter as she cut up the mushrooms equaling out to about 2 cups...and dicing the onions as well...adding the two vegetables to the skillet...moving them easily around until sauteed hopefully like the recipe described...the aroma of mushrooms and onions mixed with the remaining butter teased her senses as the kitchen filled with a surprisingly pleasant smell...she just knows the Hold Jarl will love this

~~reaching for the bowl of remaining flour and pepper...she sprinkled it over the veggies...splashing the two cups of ta grape wine in as well....what looked like a witches brew...or something...continued to cook and bubbles...eyes remaining on the mixtures as it slowly came to a boil...still stirring she moved the skillet off the fire adding the browned vulo and sprinkling parsley as well....placing a lid over the final results she let it sit now simmering apparently for 25 enhs, so she could now work on the rice

~~reaching for the rinsed and dried pan...she filled the 1 cup measuring cup with water four times...pouring it each time into the pan...two teaspoons of butter are added, along with the two cups of rice...moving over to the fire and sprinkling a dash of pepper in...cooking now and quickly she continued to stir watching as the bubbles slowed started to form...lifting the lid on the vulo she made sure everything looked great...the rice eventually coming to a boil...she set it near the skillet... covering to let it simmer as well for twenty enhs...so the rice would become um..light and fluffy

~~the main course down done...or close too,...she moved back to the counter eyeing the second recipe....she loved ramberryies herself...and well cake was almost as good as chocolate....dumping the two cups of ramberries in with one cup of flour into the clean bowl....mixing the two together with a large wooden spoon she made sure the flour was completely soaked up into the berries before moving to the next step....in a separate bowl she mixed the sugar...eggs...butter and milk...beating the ingredients together as it created a yellowy liquid...the remaining cup of flour tossed in...baking powder...and salt that had been previously mixed together....the batter becoming a bit thicker...she added the mixture of flour and ramberries to the rest stirring in big strokes with the large spoon

~~pouring the sweet batter into a greased pan,...she set it to the side eyeing just how to make the topping now...reaching for another bowl...the kitchen quite a mess now as the organization thing in cooking at least...wasn't turning out the best for her...mixing the brown sugar...butter...flour...tospit juice...and dash of cinnamon... she washed her hands and the spoon again....mixing the ingredient together...she sprinkled them over the ramberry batter...lips curved into a bright smile as now all she had to do was wait for the cake to bake for 35 enhs

~~checking on the vulo and veggie way yummy mixture...she set the skillet to the side away from the fire now as it could still heat the food but not scald or burn it...as it smelled like it would taste good.... she moved the rice as well...peeking at the surprise surprise...white and fluffiness of it...putting the remaining food back to it's individual place...she gathered all the bowls...cutting board...measuring utensils...and whatever else was dirty...she hummed to herself washing each dish...checking on the vulo and rice off and on as the flame barely licked at either now. taking a couple of dry and clean rep cloths she wrapped her fingers around the now cooked ramberry cake placing it on top of another cloth to cool a bit....drying the last dish and putting it away...she took another clean cloth laying it over the cake to keep the remaining heat in as it said to serve warm

~~finding some rence paper she left a note...stating where to find the vulo and mushroom with wine sauce...and also the rice being located right next to it....she left the note on top of the ramberry cake the last thing written simple "dig in." giving her hands a thorough wash again...she ran the dry cloth along her finger tips capturing each drop of water...smiled knowing the Hold Jarl would love his dinner as the Kitchen Jarl would love she kept the Kitchen they way she found it...she sashays off to find the lil ganni to see what mischief he is getting into

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PostSubject: Re: 6/24/18-6/30/18   Sat Jun 30, 2018 9:34 am

06.30.2018
09:01:34

chops wood for the Hold






~~wakes in the early morning to feel that the temperature of the  Hold Jarl's chambers has changed. crawling out from underneath her blanket she steps onto the chilly floor and shivers lightly...walking over to the window she notices that it had snowed over night slips to the fire and adds some wood warming herself a bit before going downstairs

~~ponders if she would stay warm enough while doing her chores...places her kirtle on and walking over to the board she sees that she is in charge of chopping wood for the Hold “Well, that should keep girl warm at least” she quips lightly...turning back she notices a small package on the desk...walking over to it...she sees that it has her name on it...wondering what it could be and who would be sending her gifts...she opened it quickly to find a new soft red cape and beside that package a pair of better boots

~~grinning with delight...she pulls on the boots and throws the new cape over her shoulders...tying it snugly she walks to the door and opens it...the cool brisk air stings lightly against her face whispering "thank you" to having received the new cape and boots in the nick of time

~~heading to the shed where the axes where kept she wonders if extra wood will be needed to keep the Hold warm....taking the initiative...she decides to chop the additional wood...grabs one of the axes and tests it’s weight....too heavy and she won’t be able to lift it..then another...too light and it won’t cut through the logs

~~after deciding on the right one...she makes her way to the woodpile to begin her task...swinging the ax ups flying into the air and falling down to the ground like rain works for a couple of ahn to cut up enough wood to fuel the Main Hall and the Kitchen

~~as cold as it is...pure is very hot from the intense work out...but as soon as she stops moving...the sweat begins to chill upon her skin...taking her cape...she pulls it around her snugly and rubs her arms with the soft fur gathers up an arm load of wood and makes her way to the Kitchen

~~approaches the Kitchen with an arm load of wood...she kneels down to the ground next to the wood pile...bowing over the logs then rises up returns from delivery at the Kitchen and heads back to the pile where she left her ax and piles of wood...she collects the second arm load and makes her way back to the Main Hall...the snow crushing beneath her feet...she thinks about her studies and hopes that she will pass all of them the Hold Jarl did tell her he soon will be testing her and she better know it

~~continues working throughout the day cutting wood and leaving piles inside the chambers of the Frees and a large pile inside of the Hold Jarls room...by the end of the day...she is very cold...tired and hungry however she realizes that her job is not yet complete...after returning the ax back to the shed from wince she found it...she gathers up a large sack and heads back to the woods to collect up the wood chips that had fallen after her cuts

~~drops to her knees in the cold snow and begins to pick up the pieces...brushing off the snow to prevent the wood from getting to wet...she places them into her sack had to stop several times to warm up her hands...by blowing on them because of the cold...she secretly hoped that she got a majority of the chips up...but due to the snow fall...she wasn’t going to be sure until after the melt.

~~finally through...she stands up, brushes the snow off of her knees and lifts the bag into her arms...walking to the shed...she sets the bag down....looking about...she notices that a large pile of chips had been laid out onto a mat

~~figuring that this was to ensure that the chips would dry out...she looks for another mat....finding one in the corner....she lays out the mat and dumps the contents....she gets down onto the ground and spread out the chips to dry...satisfied with the work she head back to the Hold and into the kitchen to get some slave gruel and a end piece of bread

~~she takes her food and sits by the Kitchen fire to warm up and eats...thinking the Hold Jarl will be pleased with what she accomplished today...she finishes up eating washes her dish then strides back up to the Hold Jarls chambers his fire burning brightly and the room toasty warm she takes her place to the right of his bed and cuffs her ankle wraps up in her little blanket and falls to sleep like a bug in a rug she was wore out

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