~~as she moves her willowy form…through the Red Silk Tavern…muscles rippling with her light steps before the lamps and fires of the Tavern the light shimmers over her satiny flesh as her kirtle hugs her lush curves...hips moving with a soft sway as she stills in the kitchens...seeing it is all still quiet but something smells great…she moves to the basins and washes her hands well with soap…moving to the fires she leans over to place more fuel on the dying flames...the bread for the day will need to feel the heat of a fire if it is to be ready for the lunch crowd...
~~feeling the heat build she stands before the fire pit for an ihn watching the licks of golden flames greet the wood she has place there…then padding back to the sinks she washes her hands once more before moving to the counters as she shakes her hands dry...reaching the crocks that store the bread she pulls it to her slender form and peers inside as she lifts off the lid knowing that she it has been a while since any one baked...seeing not enough there for the afternoon meal that will be needed she grins and knows the fresh round loaves will be devoured during the course of the day…with the stew the other girl made…
~~pushing the crock back to its home she turns and with a silent step she pads to the shelves before leaning over into the depths of the lower ones...she gathers the large clay mixing bowl... the rounded tins from the back as she moves into the depths knowing her long legs are exposed to the room…a soft sigh of disappointment that no One is here to admire her slave flesh she grasps the items before shimmering back out of the shelves to stand tall once more and back to the work counters... placing all the vessels down with a small clang she moves over to the store cannisters...
~~as her hands grab heavy weight she lifts the sa-tarna flour cannister to her chest before moving back to the bowls to rest it there...as she moves to the smaller cannisters she gathers the red salt...one that holds the yeast and takes that to the bowls as her head flicking her hair out of her way as her sky blue eyes look over all she has assembled…her mind whirling on what she needs to see she has forgotten some thing…as she takes inventory she finds she has all she needs…
~~arching her back before she starts knowing her muscles will be well worked she feels her rounded breasts straining against the soft material that cover them...with a soft whimper as she takes a deep breath and lets her nipples caress over the fabric with a quiver...letting her hand move over the pebbled flesh she moans and hurries to the cold room to gather some butter...pulling the heavy door open with all her might she welcomes the shiver that bites at her heated flesh...moving inside the cold air from the dark room rushes over her as she stills before the shelves to gathers the dish of butter and some bosk milk before she hurries back up to the light and warmth of the kitchens once more…with a push of her hip she shuts the door to hold the cold air inside to protect the food of the Tavern…
~~as her hand reaches for the sieve that hangs from the racks she places it on the bowl and draws the cannister that stores the sa-tarna flour close to her chest as her nimble fingers work off the lid with a soft ~pop~ then shaking the golden flour free she watches the sa-tarna flour fall into the sieve...then letting the cannister settle on the counter her dainty hands begin to carefully shake it through ...her eyes watching the golden yellow flour spill through the holes into the bowl below…adding a pinch of the red salt she shakes harder to let it all disappear to the bowl below...
~~ lifting a small bowl she scoops some yeast and sugar in it before she pads to the fires…the heat greeting her as she ladles some water from the ever boiling kettle and stirs it well as she watches the yeast and sugar dissolve...light blue eyes watching as she works to ensure that it doesn't lump and ruin what she is trying to create…her feet padding her back to the counter she makes a well in the center of the flour then dumping the yeast into it she begins to stir making a batter as her hands work it through the flour.....slowly but surely taking it further and further into the edges of the mounded flour…her arms feeling the heaviness as it combines…slowly the flour turns to dough as her hands work it constantly....adding the last of the water she scrapes off the last of the flour and feels the stringy dough...
~~ punching the dough down with all her might she giggles as it begins to spring back and form a ball in the middle of the bowl once more...then taking a clean rep clothe she covers the bowl to sit for 45 ehn... gathering all the dishes she has used in her arms she moves over to the sink…and placing them there she fills the sink with cold water…her hands reaching for the soap flakes as she lifts them and dunks her fingers into the chilly water as she cleans off the flour and dough that still sticks to them
~~with a shake of her dripping hands she pads lightly to the fires before she takes a rep clothe and pours some boiling water into the bucket that sits by the hearth...moving back to the sink she dumps it in with the cold as her hands savors the now mixing water...a smile lights her face at the heat that caresses them...moving quickly back to the fires she rests the empty bucket in its home and scurries back to the steaming sink to wash the dishes as the bread rises she listens for the sound of her Jarls voice amongst the chatter out in the Main room…
~~ as her fingers feel the holes of the sieve she places it to the side and quickly washes the rest of the vessels that are stacked ...as she moves with silent ease she shakes her hands free of the water and taking the rep clothe she begins to dry them one by one and place the vessels away...each in there home as she moves lightly to the shelves and back...after placing the last one home she moves to the covered bowl and peeks under the clothe...
~~ seeing the dough has risen beautifully she takes the rounded bread tins and lightly greases them over with her fingers with the bosk butter...a quiver courses through her as her hand feels the hard steel of her Jarl...an urge pushes her to wipe her hands on a rep clothe before she lovingly caresses her collar and bites back a moan that rises to leave her lips...taking some flour she sprinkles it over the counter before she turns out the dough and begins to knead it well with her hands...her body moving sinuously as she lets her arms and hands move the dough round and punching it hard to watch it bounce back into shape…
~~ breaking off some dough she pushes this into a round shape before placing it in the tin that is greased and waiting....she moves it to the side to do another...gathering the tins in her arms she moves to the ovens to lower them in to bake...her tummy making a sound as she thinks of the scents that will soon be wafting through the kitchen...pushing them one at a time to the back she gets them all in before she closes the door she moving back to the counter and gathers the large bowl to wash she dips it under the warm water and begins to caress the clay surface as the last of the dough disappears…
~~ as she feels a rep clothe in the water she lifts in and squeezes it well...watching the water dribble out of it she pads back to the counter top where she was working and wipes it down clean…her arm arching across the polished surface as she catches the flour in her cupped hand...rinsing it clean she squeezes it out once more and rests it on the rail that lets it dry off...taking a clean rep clothe she quickly dries off the last of the dishes and places them all away…going to the Main room in the Tavern she looks out the window to seek out her Jarl or his crew members many people pass by doing their bidding but none are who she is seeking…
~~since the Tavern still was closed ebediyet went down by the Docks to do some more seeking all of a sudden from behind her some Men captured her….ties her up and dragged her roughly she fought all the way bellowing out "Masters please let girl go…she is not up to any malice…please please!!!"… to the house where Master Quin was they tossed her on the floor in front of him...he instructed them to untie her but keep her from escaping...she was afraid of what would become of her...she held out her hands out towards one of the Men could untie her as their Leader told him to...she knelt with her back arched her head held high long sunny locks like rippling water cascading down her sleek back...her palms kissing her upper thighs in the position of a Tower slave...she looks to Master Quin with eyes that plead to him to let her go...
~~he told the girl she could be killed if she made any move he did not like...she knew he meant business in the tone of his voice...and agreed with the nod of her head...it felt weird kneeling before another man besides her Jarl..."What is your name girl" He asked.."Master…girl is called ~~ebediyet~~ personal bond to Onak the Jarl of Hunjer Isle…he left her a few months back and the last communication girl had with him was that he was coming to Port Kar and would send for her once he build the Tavern along the Tamber Gulf...girl came here looking for him but have not found him girl is working at the Red Silk Tavern dancing cooking and serving"...
~~he looked her over and noticed she was indeed a northern bond in her dress and speech..her slave belly churned as she was kneeling before this Man...his husky voice...his piercing eyes frightened her a bit...he asked her the only question that mattered and her answer changed our lives forever…
~~feeling the heat build she stands before the fire pit for an ihn watching the licks of golden flames greet the wood she has place there…then padding back to the sinks she washes her hands once more before moving to the counters as she shakes her hands dry...reaching the crocks that store the bread she pulls it to her slender form and peers inside as she lifts off the lid knowing that she it has been a while since any one baked...seeing not enough there for the afternoon meal that will be needed she grins and knows the fresh round loaves will be devoured during the course of the day…with the stew the other girl made…
~~pushing the crock back to its home she turns and with a silent step she pads to the shelves before leaning over into the depths of the lower ones...she gathers the large clay mixing bowl... the rounded tins from the back as she moves into the depths knowing her long legs are exposed to the room…a soft sigh of disappointment that no One is here to admire her slave flesh she grasps the items before shimmering back out of the shelves to stand tall once more and back to the work counters... placing all the vessels down with a small clang she moves over to the store cannisters...
~~as her hands grab heavy weight she lifts the sa-tarna flour cannister to her chest before moving back to the bowls to rest it there...as she moves to the smaller cannisters she gathers the red salt...one that holds the yeast and takes that to the bowls as her head flicking her hair out of her way as her sky blue eyes look over all she has assembled…her mind whirling on what she needs to see she has forgotten some thing…as she takes inventory she finds she has all she needs…
~~arching her back before she starts knowing her muscles will be well worked she feels her rounded breasts straining against the soft material that cover them...with a soft whimper as she takes a deep breath and lets her nipples caress over the fabric with a quiver...letting her hand move over the pebbled flesh she moans and hurries to the cold room to gather some butter...pulling the heavy door open with all her might she welcomes the shiver that bites at her heated flesh...moving inside the cold air from the dark room rushes over her as she stills before the shelves to gathers the dish of butter and some bosk milk before she hurries back up to the light and warmth of the kitchens once more…with a push of her hip she shuts the door to hold the cold air inside to protect the food of the Tavern…
~~as her hand reaches for the sieve that hangs from the racks she places it on the bowl and draws the cannister that stores the sa-tarna flour close to her chest as her nimble fingers work off the lid with a soft ~pop~ then shaking the golden flour free she watches the sa-tarna flour fall into the sieve...then letting the cannister settle on the counter her dainty hands begin to carefully shake it through ...her eyes watching the golden yellow flour spill through the holes into the bowl below…adding a pinch of the red salt she shakes harder to let it all disappear to the bowl below...
~~ lifting a small bowl she scoops some yeast and sugar in it before she pads to the fires…the heat greeting her as she ladles some water from the ever boiling kettle and stirs it well as she watches the yeast and sugar dissolve...light blue eyes watching as she works to ensure that it doesn't lump and ruin what she is trying to create…her feet padding her back to the counter she makes a well in the center of the flour then dumping the yeast into it she begins to stir making a batter as her hands work it through the flour.....slowly but surely taking it further and further into the edges of the mounded flour…her arms feeling the heaviness as it combines…slowly the flour turns to dough as her hands work it constantly....adding the last of the water she scrapes off the last of the flour and feels the stringy dough...
~~ punching the dough down with all her might she giggles as it begins to spring back and form a ball in the middle of the bowl once more...then taking a clean rep clothe she covers the bowl to sit for 45 ehn... gathering all the dishes she has used in her arms she moves over to the sink…and placing them there she fills the sink with cold water…her hands reaching for the soap flakes as she lifts them and dunks her fingers into the chilly water as she cleans off the flour and dough that still sticks to them
~~with a shake of her dripping hands she pads lightly to the fires before she takes a rep clothe and pours some boiling water into the bucket that sits by the hearth...moving back to the sink she dumps it in with the cold as her hands savors the now mixing water...a smile lights her face at the heat that caresses them...moving quickly back to the fires she rests the empty bucket in its home and scurries back to the steaming sink to wash the dishes as the bread rises she listens for the sound of her Jarls voice amongst the chatter out in the Main room…
~~ as her fingers feel the holes of the sieve she places it to the side and quickly washes the rest of the vessels that are stacked ...as she moves with silent ease she shakes her hands free of the water and taking the rep clothe she begins to dry them one by one and place the vessels away...each in there home as she moves lightly to the shelves and back...after placing the last one home she moves to the covered bowl and peeks under the clothe...
~~ seeing the dough has risen beautifully she takes the rounded bread tins and lightly greases them over with her fingers with the bosk butter...a quiver courses through her as her hand feels the hard steel of her Jarl...an urge pushes her to wipe her hands on a rep clothe before she lovingly caresses her collar and bites back a moan that rises to leave her lips...taking some flour she sprinkles it over the counter before she turns out the dough and begins to knead it well with her hands...her body moving sinuously as she lets her arms and hands move the dough round and punching it hard to watch it bounce back into shape…
~~ breaking off some dough she pushes this into a round shape before placing it in the tin that is greased and waiting....she moves it to the side to do another...gathering the tins in her arms she moves to the ovens to lower them in to bake...her tummy making a sound as she thinks of the scents that will soon be wafting through the kitchen...pushing them one at a time to the back she gets them all in before she closes the door she moving back to the counter and gathers the large bowl to wash she dips it under the warm water and begins to caress the clay surface as the last of the dough disappears…
~~ as she feels a rep clothe in the water she lifts in and squeezes it well...watching the water dribble out of it she pads back to the counter top where she was working and wipes it down clean…her arm arching across the polished surface as she catches the flour in her cupped hand...rinsing it clean she squeezes it out once more and rests it on the rail that lets it dry off...taking a clean rep clothe she quickly dries off the last of the dishes and places them all away…going to the Main room in the Tavern she looks out the window to seek out her Jarl or his crew members many people pass by doing their bidding but none are who she is seeking…
~~since the Tavern still was closed ebediyet went down by the Docks to do some more seeking all of a sudden from behind her some Men captured her….ties her up and dragged her roughly she fought all the way bellowing out "Masters please let girl go…she is not up to any malice…please please!!!"… to the house where Master Quin was they tossed her on the floor in front of him...he instructed them to untie her but keep her from escaping...she was afraid of what would become of her...she held out her hands out towards one of the Men could untie her as their Leader told him to...she knelt with her back arched her head held high long sunny locks like rippling water cascading down her sleek back...her palms kissing her upper thighs in the position of a Tower slave...she looks to Master Quin with eyes that plead to him to let her go...
~~he told the girl she could be killed if she made any move he did not like...she knew he meant business in the tone of his voice...and agreed with the nod of her head...it felt weird kneeling before another man besides her Jarl..."What is your name girl" He asked.."Master…girl is called ~~ebediyet~~ personal bond to Onak the Jarl of Hunjer Isle…he left her a few months back and the last communication girl had with him was that he was coming to Port Kar and would send for her once he build the Tavern along the Tamber Gulf...girl came here looking for him but have not found him girl is working at the Red Silk Tavern dancing cooking and serving"...
~~he looked her over and noticed she was indeed a northern bond in her dress and speech..her slave belly churned as she was kneeling before this Man...his husky voice...his piercing eyes frightened her a bit...he asked her the only question that mattered and her answer changed our lives forever…