~~humming softly to herself as she corks them and ties them to the rope and sinks them into the barrel to their watery grave that will keep them cool and easy to access when needed...rising upright smiling to herself as she walks back to she starts to plan cooking something for her Jarl to tempt His taste buds
~~she washes her dainty hands....takes a fresh hunk of bosk from the cool pit...seasoning it well before placing on the frame to roast over the glowing embers...it would take all day to cook this way
~~the aroma would entice her Jarl to the table when finished...in a clean pot she adds some vegetables and grains to make a broth, topping it with water and adding a few meaty bones, before placing it in among the embers to cook slowly
~~knowing that this was going to take a while she gathers some fresh fibers from the closet and sits beside the fire to weave a new basket as she watches the cooking progress..nimble fingers begin to lay the base...weaving them together carefully to be sure it will be solid
~~picking up reed after reed the basket begins to take shape...twisting her fingers around the reeds...pulling them into place...humming happily as she finally finishes the small basket
~~setting it to dry near the fire..she runs to find the paints to decorate that were in the supply close...tiny feet padding quickly against the wood floor...stepping inside she takes her needed supplies hurrying back to the basket
easing down to kneel she sets her supplies out
~~mixing the paints to pale blue carefully she paints the strands then setting it aside by the fire to dry
~~cleaning the area...she pics up the paints and brush..in the corner of her eyes she see the kitchen thrall working hard on his chore of peeling carrots...smiling to herself as she sneaks over to the thrall sneaky blue eyes turn left...then right thinks...o (ah the coast is clear)
~~knowing he is shirtless takes the paint brush of blue...and paints a paw print on his back,...saying.." A CLUE A CLUE" then rushing off quickly to the supply closet to place the supplies away
~~chuckling ...knowing it will take some scrubbing to get that paint off...days...he will be running around with the paw print...she hopes Jarl will get a chuckle out of that...as pure does...
~~back at the kitchen she washes the brush out setting it aside to dry then her hands as she dries her dainty hands she checks on the dinner...
~~stirs the veggies...adding salt and pepper...removes the bones and wraps them up to save for the sleen perhaps they can gnaw on them since there are 3 bones here and not think pure is a good treat
~~the thrall asks pure if there is any thing on his back she goes over to the pit and bastes the bosk with some butter salt and tospis juice...hearing him..she smiles slyly saying "oh nooooooo!!" chuckles under her breath..as she brushes on the basting thinking...o(she will never tell)
~~seeing the basket is dry she takes it to the supply closet...so it can be used for fruits or eggs when gathering she retreats from supply closet... goes about her cooking...removing from the fires..the bread that had been baking....sets it to the counter.....butters the top watching it melt and licking her lips....hoping her Jarl...will allow her a taste...with dinner being done pure runs off to take a bath