~~as she sits and daydreams only having doodled on the pages of her notebook she closes it shut and hops down thinks...oO(since we have no Physician...us slaves have not had our slave wine...yeah....she thinks she remembers how to make it) walks away from the window seat
~~thinking over the ingredients and materials she will be needing so the Hold Jarl can administer us girl our slave wine...entering into the kitchen she searches the high shelves for a large pot that could be used for such a job as this knowing she put some to the back of the shelf heaving the huge metal pot from the back of the shelf placing it onto the counter she brushes a stray hair from her face
~~washing her hands thoroughly before she begins this important task making sure they are clean from any germs taking a clean dry rep cloth from the fresh pile drying her soft palms...tying back her hair with a white ribbon so it will stay out the way and washes her hands once more
~~ bright orbs scan the kitchen in search of the ingredients she needs swaying her radiant frame over to the racks of wine selecting three bottles of Ka la na stacking them into her arms being cautious as not to drop and break any...looks over on the hearth seeing one of the girls has made a stew that smells wonderful knowing just how it smells the Hold Jarl will love to have for dinner tonight...pures tummy growls...but knows she will eat when she is done with her task of making slave wine
~~placing the three bottles onto the counter next to the large pot she takes a large siproot running it under the water begins to work tiny hands scrubbing at the root from any dirt on the outside of the root...lifting the pot from the counter sliding onto the firey hearth the stove nice and hot ready for the pot taking the three bottles of Ka la na slowly pouring each bottle into the pot...cuts up the root and places it in while she awaits the Ka la na and sip root to boil all the way thru
~~ tilts the empty bottles of ka la na under the warm water scrubbing at the labels to remove any trace of it being called Ka la na so will not get mixed up for any other drink....the sweet aroma of the Ka la na berries filling the air in the kitchen as the liquid comes to a boil, wrapping cloths around ones tiny palms removing the pot from the heat onto a wooden block on the counter awaiting the Ka la na to cool down, cleaning the surfaces as she waits.
~~testing the temperature of the Ka la na and siproot it now cool isa slides the pot back over to the heated stove leaving the pot to heat for twenty Ehn until the root begins to soften in the Ka la na....removing from the heat once more she takes a ladle stirring the mixture...placing onto a low heat watching the liquid as the root begins to fall apart into the Ka la na.
~~taking the pot off the heat allowing the mixture to cool naturally before adding one more bottle of Ka la na she gets from the rack to the mixture stirring as she pours it into the pot...she scrubs the label off this bottle as well rinsing it with warm water
~~getting a clean pot pure drapes a cheese cloth over it then pours the now luke warm ka la na wine into the cheesecloth straining the root from the mixture removes the cheese cloth wringing it out into the pot getting all the liquid...then tosses the pulp to the slop bucket and places the cheesecloth in the laundry basket turning back to the counter
~~ taking a funnel she places the spout into the bottle lifts the top and pours into the funnel till the bottle almost fills up...she repeats this process three more times having filled four in all...she washes up the funnel and both pots rinsing and the spoon she mixed with drying and putting all back in their rightful beds till needed again....heading out to the supply shed she rummages through a box of corks chooses 4 she knows will do nicely and returns to the kitchen fills a tiny pot with water
~~tosses in the cooks to sterilize them bringing to a boil and then letting them sit for a few...as they swell take another pot places ice chips in and water picks the corks up with tongs..and dips them into the iced water...then pure place the corks into each bottle and gently taps them in with a soft mallet...securing to corks....she makes tiny label and strings them around the neck marking them slave wine.....cleans up her last mess...and takes the bottles into the medical room
~~she sets them to the shelf looking around notices someone has done a great job cleaning in here...everything is sparkling and it just smells clean...thinks..oO( now this is the way a medical room is to look)...smiles knowing she has some great girls who want the home to stay immaculate so the Hold Jarl and Free will have no worries.....pure closes the door gently and steps away
~~heading down the hall...tiny feet carrying her to work in the kitchen...whistling away to herself looking at the shelves in the kitchen thinking what a state they are in...making a mental note for herself to make sure to put the vessels back in the appropriate places when finished with.
~~crystal blue orbs roaming the shelves cupping each vessel with small palms taking each vessel off the shelving one by one clearing space on the shelving...takes a clean rep cloth...scampering in the supply room for the bucket, filling the bucket with hot steamy water sprinkling some soap powder into the bucket swishing the water with nimble fingers moaning (mmm) humbly as the water starts to sting her fingers the bubbles foaming on top of the water
~~dipping the rep cloth into the water and rinsing it thoroughly she begins to scrub at the shelves from any gathering dust or dirt paying attention especially to the corners...rinsing the cloth thru every now and again...letting the shelves dry naturally she exposes of the dirty water...reaching for a clean dry rep cloth working around each vessel polishing them to a gleaming shine...checking for any that need to be disposed of due to nicks on the rim only having to toss one out to the trash
~~glad she had noticed it marred so the Hold Jarl and the other Free would be harmed from it now...a bright smile crosses her soft pink lips placing the Hold Jarl's tankard on the bottom shelf just where he likes it arranging the vessels onto the shelves where they can be found quickly and easily for service
~~ looks about smiling seeing the vessels twinkle at her....she giggles...remember...she should go check the Hold Jarl' ship maybe some cleaning need be done there...exits out the back door and down the path....tagging along is Jarl Thunderbolt...following pure.... moving to the small bank that overlooks the port...crystal blue eyes bright with unshed tears...sees the ship bobbing tethered to the dock...small careful steps carry her down the bank to the rough wooden dock....moving to the ship...looking up the gangplank...bare feet soundless as she moves up it and onto the deck
~~goes to Hold Jarl's cabin and looks to the trunk pulls out the pair of thigh high boots that have been cleaned from the other night and puts them on so her feet will be free of splinters
~~returning to the deck...looking about her seeing it is still in readiness...should the Hold Jarl have to set sail at anytime...looking to the pale and ladel hanging near the dais...she unhooks it and moves to the side to dump the old stale water overboard...refilling it with fresh water...rehangs it on it's hook
~~moving about the deck...lifts the furs...carrying them one by one to the rail...shaking them out and replacing them...slipping down the ladder to move below deck...stopping in the small little kitchen...eyes scanning for anything that needs to be disposed of...stepping into the small cold room...shivering as she feels the chilled air...seeing nothing amiss...turns and moves back to the passageway...stopping before the door to the Captain's cabin...trembling hand reaching out...turning the knob...opens the door
~~mall steps carry her within...inhaling...sad smile upon her face as she smells the odor that belongs to only him...eyes misty...she moves to the small porthole...opening it to let fresh air in...takes up a cloth working her way about the room...wiping dust from tops of chests...wiping down his swords...and weapons...careful only to lightly touch them with the cloth...removing the dust...stepping to the bed...removing the furs on it...sneezing as the dust tickles her nose
~~setting them into the passageway...opening one of the chests...replaces the furs on the bed...running small hands over the softness of the fresh furs....moving into the passageway...lifting the pile of furs...long legs carry her to the ladder...pressing the furs between her and the ladder...working her way to the deck...pushing the furs up before her
~~climbing up onto the wood of the deck...dropping to her belly as she hears yells from the dock...inching her way to the side...peeking over...chuckles as she watches the crew amuse themselves with a game of Ubar of the dock...chuckling as they fall into the water...one by one.
~~rising gracefully to feet...returns to the furs...lifting them and shaking them over the side...hanging them along the rail to air out...moving to the sails...looking over them...seeing all are neatly tied...and sorted...slips across them to scurry up into the crows nest thinks..oO(ha ha Jarl Thunderbolt...pure made it up here)...lifting up the telescope that rests there...looking out to the sea...watching for any ships or tarns heading towards the docks enjoying a since of peacefulness...so high up no care in the world
~~seeing only water and clear sky...she shimmies back down to the deck...with one last longing look about her...she slips off to the gangplank...moving slowly down to the dock...head bowing slightly forward...small steps carry her back towards the Hold...Jarl Thunderbolt comes around her as he follows her back
~~as they approach the gate...she pastes a smile to her lips...forcing herself to think of happy things...knowing as a slave...she has no rights to feel sadness...by the time she passes thru the gate...she is singing a happy tune about a play ground in her mind ( hummmmm)
"When this old world gets me down and there's no love to be found I close my eyes and soon I find I'm in a playground in my mind Where the children laugh and the children play And we sing a song all day ...In the wonders that I find in the playground in my mind In a world that used to be close your eyes and follow me Where the children laugh and the children play And we'll sing a song all day...Living in a world that I left behind Happy little children In the playground in my mind See the little children See how they play in the playground in my mind la la la"
~~dances around Jarl Thunderbolt as she sings...all the way up the path to the Hold...giggling and then upon t-i-p-t-o-e-s she places a kiss to his cheek for tagging along with her to the ship so she could clean what needed clean...looking down she notices she still has the thigh high boots on...she sits upon the step lifts her one legs removes it then the next holding them she walks over to one of the thralls leaning against a tree and ask him sweetly if he will take the boots back down to the ship
~~to return them to the trunk...he gladly say yes to her...she smiles softly to him and thanks him...pure turns and enters the Hold thru the kitchen door...washes her hands..then looks about goes over to the hearth and stirs the stew one of the others has made...then glides to the counter...taking a end piece of bread slicing it butters it up finds her a glass of verr milk and sits and has her nourishment for the evening...washes her cup then takes a towel and bar of vanilla soap and goes to bathe
~~stepping in the hot water she quickly bathes...washes hair and rinses...know she must hurry for others have to bathe as well...towel dries her self on the way to the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb out her hair..sprinkles some dusting powder over her tanned frame so she shimmers....smiling she takes the towl deposits it in the laundry
~~knowing she must get the Hold Jarl's dinner...taking up a tray and a bowel she ladles up a bowl of the stew...some twisted bread knots with salt on top...a big mug of ale and a bosk buttermilk pie for desert
~~lifts the tray and takes it to the Main Hall and sets it to the hold Jarl's table and the rushes back to the window seat to watch for Him to return from business