~~pure rises from the furs she sleeps on beside the Hold Jarl bed...she un cuffs her ankle and goes to the Main Hall....the air in the Hold is chilly as she makes her way around to the Hall bare feet padding across the rough wood flooring...she pokes at the embers still warm from the night below...adding some wood and dried dung to the pit...she stokes up the fire slowly warming the room about her...she pulls on a coverlet to warm her body as she waits standing by the growing fire
~~satisfied with her work...she moves to the kitchen and begins to make several pots of gruel for the morning meal for the girls placing the flour meal and water in a pot..she adds some fresh honey to bland porridge...scooping out a bowl for herself she eats it quickly and set about the task of spinning the huge amounts of wool that they had gathered into thread for the loom
~~~she gathers up the carded wool...pulling it into small lengths...piecing it together then wrapping it about the loom wheel to get her started...once enough was added...she begins to work the peddle of the loom...spinning the wheel...holding the wool as it twisted into thread...adding pieces little by little until the entire basket of wool was gone...
~~she examined her work...the thickness was consistent and fine...pleased with her craftsmanship...she carefully removes the thread from the loom rolling it into a ball and placing it in the thread basket to await it turn on the weaving loom...She sits back down at the wheel with a sigh...looking at the other 20 baskets that need to be spun and begins to work again
~~as the sun starts to descends pure finishes up with the spinning...back a little tired of bending over the spinning wheel...she takes the spun wool and the baskets to the supply shed and places them in their spot..then rushes down to the waters edge and looks about before taking a quick swim to wash off the days sweat...she knows the Hold Jarl would want to see her at her best then at her worst..she dives under the water...stepping out of the water...she stands a bit..shaking her head as her hair fans out and dries running her fingers combing the tangles out
~~making her way to the kitchen seeing the catch of the day is ready for cooking..with that she goes to the pantry and fetches some sul slicing them up and adding them to a pan laying them flat...dusts with salt and pepper and then sends them to bake in the oven..along with two whole fish that have been cleaned...while she waits on them to cook..she makes a milk and cookie cocktail for a fun desert..laughing how girly it looks...
~~getting the tray out sets utensils..a plate of bread..and the cocktail with a mug of ale...as the fish and the sul finish she places the two fish atop of the suls then places it to the tray to which she carries out to the Hold Jarl's side table..then she kneels at the slave furs ready to be of service...she smiles at Jarl Thunderbolt passes through the Main Hall...as she takes out her journal