~~waking in the early morning she stretches and yawns...rising up she takes the furs from the floor...moving them out the Hold Jarl's bed chambers then outside she place them over a line of binding fiber...and begin beating them with a large stick freeing them from dust and dirt...she takes them back to the chamber laying them out...placing a kiss of devotion to them then quickly she moves her full frame to the storage shed...once inside her tiny fingers grasps for the oils to fill the lamps
~~taking the oils back she climbs back up the stairs to his chambers and begins filling the lamps with the oil...once the lamps are filled she descends back to the supply shed and her mind starts to wonder...her body slowly slipping to a piles of furs her as she thinks of the Hold Jarl and the kiss he forced on her lips
~~oO((she begins to see a picture clear in her mind of him throwing her to the furs...and using her to the fullest...laying on the furs he would caresses her soft flesh...pulling her head back to meet his sensual lips placing a kiss upon her...his strong hands grasping at her breasts squeezing and pulling on them...low moans (mmm) escaping while her back would arch it to his touch
~~his hands slithering down her warm body reaching her slave heat...his strong fingers probe her inner womanhood making her squirm and wiggle his finger in deeper...her pelvis engulfing his finger as her body follows His motion.)))
suddenly she is startled by heavy foot falls
~~looking about she realizes she has been day dreaming...makes way back up to the Hold again along the path...entering the Hold to the Main Hall she looks about...seeing most is in order...she goes fetches fresh pitchers of mead and ale setting them to the tables...and then fetches ice to keep them cool...making sure vessels are available smiles
~~she darts in the kitchen eats her gruel topped with sugar and berries...washes up the dishes...thinks about the goings on of the Hold and the talk her and the Hold Jarl had last night...she rises her hands out of the water...towel dries them then...pads to the bathroom to brush teeth and comb out hair
~~fluffing her hair some...lifting the basket of towels she takes them out back and begins to wash them in the big tub...twirling them around with the huge paddle...dunking them up and down in the soapy water...then transfers them to the cooler rinse water...then wrings them out and hangs them
~~one by one on the clothes line...inside she opens all the windows so the breeze will blow in and freshen...seeing one of the musicians she begs to use his kalika he allows her... he sits and watches the girl along with two patrons she plucks and strums the strings and sings entertaining them...she smiles watching them tap their feet and clap hands while she does...some of the other musicians join in music fills the Main Hall such liveliness
~~ song after song...she entertains...some more guest arrive...she stops long enough to serve them beverage then continues at their command...they tell her they can hear all the way to the docks...pure sees the eyes of the thrall peeping through the windows...smiling....knowing she is making a lot of people happy with her songs...strumming the kalika...she sings her heart out...pure always loves to entertain...so her slave desires of pleasing is being overfilled at this moment
~~takes a few requests from the crew ship members...then stops knowing she now must finish her chores...she thanks everyone and hands the kalika back to the musician thanking him....she returns to the laundry to take the towels down...before she does she sprays them with vanilla water...so the towels smell good....she unpins them folds them and then takes them to the supply room and sets them to the shelf so Hold Jarl his guests and slaves alike will have fresh towels...
~~ she smiles knowing now the rep clothes and towels are plentiful...she prays the home slaves will tend to the tunics robes...and leathers...she washes up the vessels from her little entertainment session...smiling humming too...she feels the tickle to her feet looking down she sees a little gani bending picking him up she pours a bowl of cream and feeds him bits of shark bits from the other night she made sure some of their meat from the bones where they made combs the meat picked she saved...smiles to him then she takes her favorite spot up on the windows ledge..sits bathing in the sunlight that shines thru
~~she wonders if the Hold Jarl will allow her to keep the little ganni...as she leans to pick him up his little belly full and she pets him
~~pure hears the soft sound of a woman speaking...turning her head the woman asks her "pure your name is pure is it not?"
pure says "yes Mistress it is" the woman replies would you be so kind as giving me a pedicure it has been weeks since I had one and with travleing I just never had the time to do my toes" yes Mistress....pure will be glad to give you a toe manicure and paint your toes for you
~~pure harta's to the kitchen and then to the supply closet and reaches for the bag that contains the files and polish then turns to the main room...smiles brightly to the woman as she approaches her left then kneels gently down at her feet thighs kissing...leans back to drag the bag closer...opening it she reaches in and takes out a small file...takes the womans left foot and rests it on her lap taking the slipper off
~~leaning forward starts to shape the nail with the file until it is perfect...reverses the file and softly pushes the skin under where in the half moon where it meets the nail, then starts on the next dainty toe the woman laughs softly when the beauty touches the feet
~~pure files and shapes each of the womans toes...lays down the file aside and takes a cloth and wipes them clean...reaches in to the bag and lifts out a small brush and pot...unscrews the lid and pushes back golden colored curls...behind her ears and dips the brush into the pot...very carefully and slow...paints each nail till they gleam brightly of a rich pink...lays down the brush and blows delicately over them until they are almost dry
~~the woman wiggles her tiny toes laughing girl lifts the woman's foot and places it down to the floor...takes up her other foot removes the slipper and starts with the file...shaping each and delicately tucking the skin back under...taking up the brush and carefully paints each toe...her whole concentration focused on her task...till she lays down the brush and blows softly over her toes to dry them...giggling with the woman as she wiggles her toes she lifts Her foot and places it back on the floor
~~the woman grins admiring the care the girl has shown in her task and says "its heaven I tell you..sheer heaven and I bet You would look good in pink too" pure smiles to her then puts the supplies away takes them back to the supply cabinet then comes back to kneel in tower...blows upon her toes for a while till she knows they are fully dry then slips her feet into her slippers again...smiles up to the woman knowing she has enjoyed her pedicure.....
~~"your dismissed pure...and thank you" she says...yes Mistress...your toes look great...it was nice meeting you...will be sure to tell the Hold Jarl you came for a visit in his absence
~~girl rises up to her full statue and turns on her toes and departs the Main Hall to go bathe at the waters edge...always enjoying her time near the water...she only stops long enough to grab a bar of soap and a towel the prances off to clean the bond of Hunjer Isle...slipping into the cool water bathing her self quickly but thoroughly...exits the water drying herself off
~~she quickly walks up the path from the waters edge...lifting a brush to her long golden locks...she ties it back before quickly going around the kitchen...she has to check the pantries in the Hold and the supply shed this evening...so the Hold Jarl can order the supplies to restock them...lifting her notebook along with writing tool she scans the shelves checking all the bins...writing down a few of the things that need replenishing
one huda of blackwine beans
sugar a huda of yellow and a tefa of white
a tef of cinnamon
a tefa of tea
and a tefa of salt
a tefa of chocolate powder
~~she moves from the pantry to the wine racks checking them...she writes down
two bottles of turian wine
3 barrels of ale
one barrel of mead
three bottles of ka-la-na wine
ten botas of paga
two bottles of Merlot wine
~~this done wanders out through the kitchen door into the garden...the early evening sunsetas beautiful as ever a slight chill in the air...birds singing gaily as she glides softly across the luscious grass towards the supply shed...smiling as sapphire orbs take in the beauty of the multitude of flowers peeping through the ground...their soft perfume redolent in the air
~~ducking into the supply shed...notebook and writing tool held in tiny hands...she steps around the supply shed checking the various containers...nay having to add anything to the list making sure nothing is missed... satisfied now her list is complete she moves back out into the evening air the soft breeze blowing a few golden tresses across her face...flicking the stray tendrils behind her ear...she ambles back into the Hold...reluctant to leave the beauty of the outdoors but it is still cool and she is nakid...the stock take done she returns to the kitchen...then to the hearth to warm up....then stepping into the Main Hall to take the list of needed supplies to the Hold Jarl leaving them upon his table....
~~she jets to the kitchen to get the Hold Jarl's dinner for she knows if it is not on his table on time she will be punished..she plucks up a tray and utensils napkin a plate and goblet...thankful for waking up early and getting thing prepared she adds some vulo kabobs to a plate and get a full bowl of wild rice placing them on the tray
~~she pours a goblet of red wine setting it to the tray...she fills 2 pastry shells with whipped cream dips them in chocolate chips on each side then dusts with powdered sugar...as a garnish she places a red berry to the tray she place it ...taking up the tray walking it to the Hold Jarl's side table weaving around patroons and tables till she reaches his seat...bends to set the tray down on the table nay to disturb the note she left him...then she turns and takes her favorite place in the window sill looking to see the Hold Jarl on his arrival to the Hold after a busy day of business...she smile still thinking of her day dream
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~~gathering all the boots as she saw them making sure she remembered where they were placed as she walked to a corner placing all the boots down...Lining the boots making sure the pairs stayed together as she went to grab the things needed to shine the boots...Dipping a cloth using bees wax not wanting to ruin the boots any as she rubs the tips of each boot then working in small circles to bigger ones as she shines the whole boot ...thin layers of the make of wax not to much but not to little
~~doing this till dull smooth shine appears...moving to lay on the final layer of bees wax with a damp cloth until perfect shine is seen on every pair of boots...blowing her breath along the sides of each boot as she works to shine cleaning the under of each boot as well...making sure there was no dirt rocks or anything in the underneath of the boots...having a new cloth for each boot and soap wanting to make sure not to just rub around dirt on the boots any...once done she placed all the cloths in the used basket and soap away moving the boots back to where they were
~~moving to slice a tender ripe peach into small slices placing them into a small pot...adding enough citrus juice to the pot to cover the fruits...adding a spoonful of honey to the mixture and lightly coat it with white sugar...cooking the sauce on a low heat brings it to a slow simmer then cooking it down to a thick sauce...making sure to be very careful removing the tarsk from the bowl of marinade and brush the peach sauce over the meat...laying it down on the grill to sear the sweet taste of peaches into the meat...coating the top of the meat with more sauce making sure to allow the meat to cook for 5 ehn...then moving to coat the top with more of the sauce turning the meat on the grill adding more sauce to the top then cooking it just right
~~while the tarsk is cooking she goes to clean her hands off and dry from touching the meat...moving to take out a clean large bowl...adds some palm oil...bosk milk...sa-tarna flour salt into the bowl...slowly adding warm water stirring constantly to the mixture...placing the dough on a clean work space dusting it well with sa-tarna flour also flouring her hands...using the heel of her hands to compress and push dough away from her...folding it back over itself...giving the dough a little turn and repeat...putting her body weight into the motion getting into a rhythm...keeping this up till she was able to push her finger into the dough and the indentation on it remained...placing the dough on a bread pan marking it into right sections and placing into the oven to bake...
~~with cloths wrapped tight around her hands not to burn them she takes the suls from the oven placing them to the side to cool some...removing the baked bread from the oven cutting where she marked it making eight thick slices of bread...washing...drying and checking a large plate and serving tray...placing two slices of bread on the plate on the right side of the plate...taking the tarsk from the grill to cut up some thick slices of the meat placing it on the plate and the suls form the oven after removing all the rosemary stems away from it as they can be bitter on another...drizzling the thick peach over the meat...folding up a rep cloth onto the serving tray placing clean utensils to the side
~~looking to the counter and seeing the fried dough she made this morning she put one on a plate dusting it with powder sugar knowing the Hold Jarl has that sweet tooth she has to satisfysittting it to the tray..she then lifts the tray and takes the Hold Jarls lunch and places it to his side table carfully..then twirls around to fetch him a beverage thinking some juice would be nice...she takes a globlet and fills it full of the ramsberry juice not to sweet or tart and places the goblet to the tray on his side table
~~noting the time she needs to rush to get clean then she will have time to finish the quilt she is making for the Hold Jarl's bed...to the kitchen she sprints getting a towel soap and the comb and make way to the wash tub...she fills it with warm water then emerges herself in and takes a bath..gotta be clean for the Hold Jarl knowing he likes the bond from the Isle to be at their best...she rinses off cleans the tub out combs her hair..then takes her bath supplies and places them where they go stopping only to add some vanilla scent to her freshly clean flesh
~~she takes up the quilt and takes it to the Main Hall sits on the window ledge and finishes the last stitches it will take to bring the quilt to it's final destiny...threading the needle gently and tying a knot to the end she gathers up the hem and starts to sew it..taking careful care of the fabric...humming a little tune as she finishes up..."ahhh"she says finished and she bites of the thread putting the needle and thread to the sewing basket...Jarl Thunderbolt walks in as she does and remarks that the quilt looks great as pure hold it up the best she can standing on tips toes..she thanks him leaving a smile for him to remember..folds up the quilt..then places the sewing basket back to the supply closet
~~upstairs she she carries the quilt taking two steps at a time she wishes to get the quilt to the Hold Jarls bed as quickly as she can..opens his door to his Chambers crossing to the bed..she unfolds the quilt and places it neatly upon his bed...taking her hands across the quilt to get the wrinkles out...she then places a kiss to the right hand corner..hoping if the quilt will not keep him warm then her kiss would..she turns and dances out of the room with a grin on her face...she makes way to the barn to check on the lil calf to see how he has grown
~~~waking at the crack of dawn pure takes to the kitchen and prepares the Hold Jarl's breakfast...fixing scrambles vulo eggs...fried tarsk stripes diced fried sul...some sartana cakes toast and blackwine...taking out the tray plates syrup butter bread and preparing the meal with a smile to her lips along with a song..flipping...frying pouring making sure the Hold Jarl's breakfast is just right
~~while she waits on the tarsk strips to fry...she eats a bowl of the slave gruel with a end piece of last nights bread..and a healthy cup of verr milk to go along with it...scooping up the strips setting them to the plate...then butters the bread and toasts it some...adding a scoop of butter to the pancakes...lifting the tray she takes it to the Main Hall...ever so carefully setting the tray to his side table...then fetching a mug of blackwine..knowing he likes it dark and strong
~~she remembers she has a few projects she has been working on and rushes to finish them up...heading to the supply shed she finds the clay figure she made and the little shells...to the shells she adds a wick and some lamp oil...then takes them up to the Hold and places them around for more lighting...picking a small piece of wood that is lite from the fire place and dances around lighting them...oh how they twinkle she thinks...she knows the Hold Jarl will appreciate being able to see better in the light
~~hopping back to the supply shed she takes the small figurine she made of clay...and takes out her paints and begins to bring it to life...adding brown to look like wood with black stripes takes a few pebbles she had found and puts them in with some glue she made from flour and water...the figure looks great...running outside to fetch some dirt and the little plant that was in distress and uses the piece as a planter...when finished she takes the planter and sets it on a table near the window so it can thrive on the sunlight in the Main Hall
~~the little figure sure makes the place look nice...with its expression it can only gain smiles in the Hold when looked upon...back at the supply shed some of the other clay molds she empties look like little rocks she sets candles to them...takes them to the front door of the Hold and lines the walkway with them and lights them...so ones who travels the pathway can find their way...having made breakfast and finished her project except for the quilt to which she is still sewing on
~~she gathers her sewing and sets it by the fireplace and hurries to do two last chores...one of washing the towels she dyed red and green with the dyed soap she she made a while back...thinking to her self...she must stop starting things she can't finish in a days time...she giggles to herself...hanging the towels out to dry in the afternoon air she takes to going to clean up...she knows there must be some paint and dirt on her and some oil and wax...gathering a towel vanilla soap and a brush...walks to the waters edge
~~there she dips in the water washing her body and hair and sink in the depth to rinse off...giggles as she watches the bubbles float down stream...stepping out of the water she dries off...strolls back to the Hold brushing her hair...the vanilla scent of slave flesh lingers behind her...she deposits the towel to the laundry basket and the soap and comb to the cabinet...remembering the towels on the line knowing they are dry...for the light breeze had to kiss them many times...she unpins the towels from the line and fold each then beds the towel with
the others in the laundry room to be used
~~looking about she smiles and then prances in the Main Hall sitting next to the fires on the slave furs and takes up her sewing knowing soon she will be able to make Hold Jarl bed with the blue and white quilt she is making...she wants him to be comfortable as can be and the quilt should do the job....threading needle after need she works
~~pure lifts to her feet and moves through the Hold...sky blue eyes peek about as she makes her way to the supply she...climbs up the stairs and slips inside pushing the door aside...moves within the shed and takes up the empty basket she made...grabs an empty bucket pushes it into the barrel of feed for the vulo...fills it about half way and then makes her way with basket and bucket to the entrance of the shed...
descends the stairs and smiles as feet whisper though the yard moves toward the vulo pen and sets the empty basket to the ground...reaches into the bucket with feed and takes a handful
~~tosses it upon the ground and watches as the birds begin to gather around and peck at it...tosses handful after handful until the bucket is empty...moves to the barrel of water close by and fills the bucket with the water...slips into the vulo pen pours the water into the container for them and then slips inside where the nests are...moves long the nests and gathers the eggs noting the pens have been mucked she goes to the fence and grabs a bundle of hay and tosses some fresh then fluffs up the nests with some fresh hay
~~after she gently places the eggs gently into the baskets...filling it up with fresh eggs while the vulo eat...turns and quickly slips from the pen...makes her way to the kitchen and goes inside...sets the basket to the counter and takes down two big bowls...transfers the eggs to the bowls and then takes the basket and bucket back to the shed...comes back to the kitchen lifts both bowls in her arms and then enters the cold room spotting a place in the back and sets them to the shelf and smiles setting the bowls of eggs there to stay nice and fresh...brushes hands along thighs as she exits the cold room
~~smiles softly and moves back through the HOLD...checking the fires she adds small logs to them to make sure they burn hot enough for the day...checks the blackwine that is brewing above the cooking fire...inhales the strong aroma as she stirs it gently she goes back to the vulo pens with a sack and gathers all the feathers she can and takes and places them in the supply shed for making pillows she enters the kitchen and washes her hand then turns the bosk on the spit so that it cooks evenly...crosses the room to enter the Main Hall ...takes kneel upon the slave furs...lifting up a basket with some sewing inside she begins to work on quilt she wishes to make for Hold Jarl's bed
~~looks at the sky...sighs softly...early afternoon...time to get the dung sacks filled sighs again for she misses serving the Hold Jarl when he is gone tending to business...setting the sewing aside she heads to the supply shed taking one of the large bags from the floor...she heads out into the open fields where the bosk have been roaming the soft long grasses brushing against her long legs as she weaves through them heading towards where mainly the bosk have been grazing...checking the pads by turning over making sure that they are dry before placing into the bag...then moving to the next
~~dreaming of times past when things were not as now as she places more and more chips into the bag...dragging it behind as it fills...knowing she would rather be filling the bag with the chips than have to sleep in the bag if not filled...she continues to gather more and more of the dry chips...it is nice out here with out the noise of the yard with others tending to their chores...she watches some of the OutRiders fixing a fence she smiles and waves as she works more...finally dragging the heavy full bag back to yard by the supply shed...and laying it in the pile of full bags near the big tree that shades the yard during the noon hour
~~smelling of bosk dung she heads off to wash before making sure that lunch is on and ready for the Hold Jarl's return...taking a fluffy towel and the vanilla soap that she loves the scent of on her fresh smooth skin...heads down to the waters edge...dipping into the cool water...refreshing herself...stalls just a little to float around and just look at the clouds in the sky...quickly exiting the water dries herself off..and on her trek back to the Hold she dries her hair...combing to get the tangles out before entering the kitchen...deposits the towel to the laundry and the soap and comb to the supply cupboard..twirling on her toes to get Hold Jarl's lunch
~~takes out a tray a bowl and two plates with utensils and a napkin and a mug...setting them to the tray...lifting the tray going over to the counter and gets a small loaf of bread cutting it long ways then in half the slides cooking fires she shaves off some of the bosk meat and tops the bread with it along with some of the meats juices...ladles into the bowl some of the vegetable soup...then chooses a chocolate tart for Hold Jarl's sweet tooth...taping the ale barrel filling the mug with the frothy brew...carefully walking to where the Hold Jarl sits in the Main Hall setting the tray to his table..then pure once again kneels to the slave few and continues her sewing..humming a sweet tune as she does so
~~pure adds more of the pink paint dust to the small cup holding it with a multicolored hand and sticky fingers...giggles as she tosses in some water and begins to stir slowly, adding a little more of the powder to thicken it...sets it down seeing it has the right mix and crosses her legs leaning back against one of the tree stumps...takes up a plate from a stack of newly baked plates waiting for decoration...lifts the brush and rolls the tip along the pots edge bringing it to a point...with her tongue slightly sticking out in concentration she narrows her eyes as she holds a steady hand and bring the brush's tip to meet the plate smooth surface with a slow yet precise swish she makes a dainty petal repeating in a small circle...creating a delicate flower...following the edge of the plate...she dips the brush in the pot again and repeats each step until completing the plates edge
~~swishing the brush in a bowl of water...she takes up another more tapered brush and dip it in the waiting white...dotting the middle of each flower with a center...then seeing the pink petals have dried...
takes it and rolling it on the rim of the white pot of paint adds some dimension to the pattern with highlights of white ever so often on the petals...next takes up the green and follows the white center strokes with a swish to brighten the flowers with a stem...holds the plate up in the sunshine and smiles at the cheery pattern...then her gaze goes back to the stack of newly made plates and sighs with a grin at the work in store for her...
~~picks up 2 other brushes and dips them in the green and along side that paint another pot of darker green, rotating between the two...she press hairs for the brush along side of the flowers to fan out for wispy leaves...continuing them in and in and out pattern to follow each flower...then goes back and shadows some with the darker green for more depth adds more highlights with the whites and yellows bringing it to near as real as possible with each shadow and hues...smiles as she sets it in the rack for the clear coating to seal it and grins..hoping it will please Hold Jarl even if they are girly..then takes up the next plate and begins again...
~~the task of painting plate finished...moving about the kitchen blue wide eyes as they sparkle washing her hands making sure to dry them...looking around in the cupboard for a bread tin...getting a little butter...rubs it around the inside of the tray placing it to the side...taking a hand full of the satarna flour putting some on the bench ...to be used later...putting a cup full of the flour in a bowl... softly humming...adds in some backing powder then some of the yeast so the bread will rise having those amazing pockets of air with in the bread that seem to just pop with flavor as you bite into it...mixing it all with a bit of verr milk getting her hands into the bowl kneading it a little till its a bit sticky taking it from the bowl rolling it in the flour
~~kneading it a bit more...flour going all over the place...rubbing the tip of her nose leaving a little there...putting it back in the bowl covering it...placing it out side to rise a little in the sun so the yeast can work its magic...looking around quickly cleaning up her mess...tho forgetting the flour on her face...after half hour had past she looks and checks on the bread dough seeing it had rose right to the top...bringing it back to the bench only using a little flour this time needing it some more making sure plenty of air got in it so when it cooked...it would have those holes in it
~~kneading it out once more rolling it into a large ball...placing it inside the tins she had prepared earlier...putting it in the tin...checking the cooking fires if it is hot enough placing it in...closing the door making sure none of the heat escapes as it cooks she cleans the dishes...softly humming...folding a rep cloth a few times took the side of the tray...putting on the bench turning it over the bread falling out with ease ...washing it the container...covering the bread....will cut it to order when needed...washing hands washes flour off her nose
~~turns about thinking about the Hold Jarl's dinner...the makes way to the cold room and chooses a nice thick bosk steak...and a hand full of string beans...and a few of the little suls...taking them to the counter as she shuts the door to the cool room with a bump of her hip...she can smell the cookies cooking knowing they must be done baking she check the ovens and low and behold they are perfect she allows them to cook before plating them...she fills a pot with some water tossing in the hand full of string beans with a little tarsk fat mushrroms salt and pepper setting the pot to boil...cutting the little suls so they fan open she adds some melted butter to them puts them on a tray and sticks them in the oven to roast....she takes the bosk steak and seasons it with garlic salt pepper...
~~into the hot skillet it goes a loud sizzle is heard...she allows it to cook for about five minutes then turns it over for another five minutes..pulls a platter down and plates the bosk steak steaming and hot... along side she places the string beans...she also plates a few slices of the fresh bread and the roasted suls...on a tiny plate...she takes a few of the snicker doodles and ties some twine on them stacks them to the plate with two single ones...setting all to a tray...looking around she smiles seeing all is well except for beverage...she reaches for two goblets fills one with bosk milk and the other with red wine
~~she takes the tray to the Hold Jarl's table then rushes to the baths to clean up for the evening knowing soon she will be called to service...and she knows the Hold Jarl would prefer her to be her best for him and not just some plain jane...she hustles for a fluffy towel and bathing needs like soap oils powder and perfume and brush...and takes her time making herself presentable for him..when finished she makes her way to the Main Hall kneels and awaits to be of service