NEW CHANGE, NEW NAME!!!!!

Thats right, Masters, Jarls, Mistresses, slaves and bonds.
We of Rondvik Village has left the cluster of Tor'Mark Fell and Iron Hall. We traveled far to the new home of Noir Avenir Trading Post Village. So, please feel free to come and visit us.  We're still the same, just under a new name.
Safe Paths and blessings to all.

http://noir-avenir-trading-post-village.blogspot.com/

GRinding Sa-Tarna (19 March)

[11:08]  ℂℓy (clysa.dragoone) sighs, as steely eyes gazes up at the mid-day sun. cly had been within the garden, most of the morning, reaping several stocks of sa-tarna rods. So far, she had two bundles piled up to the side, out of the way, so none would stumble over them.

 Crouching close to he bundles, cly took some strands of fiber, binding the rods together, so it would be easier for her to carry them over by the smithy to the grinding wheel.
 Kneeling close to the wheel, cly took a few of the rods, placing them between the grinding stones. Gripping the wooden turn wheel over the slabs in her small hands, she tugs upon it, til it starts moving. Turning clockwise, she watches as the stones slowly comes together, grinding down the rods into a fine powder.
 Reversing the wheel, cly lightly brushes the ground up flour into one of the awaiting sacks at her side. Sighing softl, as she glances over at therest of the awaiting rods within the bundles, knowing her task isn't and won't be finished til dusk.

Overseer Chopping Wood (15 March)

as he rajaah wakens an strolls though the village to the bakery , he meet the 1st girl clysa  who offers him a mug of blackwine an fresh tart to start his day off right with a smile. eating his tart an sipping his mug he thanks her then set out to chop wood for the village to have on hand.taking on the freash breeze coming off the waters an drinking his mug he begins to chop wood an chop enough wood for the start of the day after an hour or so wiping the sweat from his head an chuckles being in thought... carries the wood back to the bakery getting some fresh water to quech his thrist rajaah gaters his bow then set out for a good hunt for the day , he take his time crawling around the wood hunting his prey being quite as he moves in to take he kill bring meat for his family at the village an for the guest when they arrive.thinking that this is going to be a great day with the sun an breeze from the winds an all the land coming to life as spring begins to set in ...

Gathering Larma (15 March)

[06:01]  ℂℓy (clysa.dragoone): hums softly as she slips from the gates long before dawn, cly moves down along the path with basket in hand as she heads on down to the fire circle, she wanted to surprise all by fixing fresh baked larmas, like she used to make upon her home world,for they resemble the apples theres, the wind from the Thassa blew in between the lands, sending the scent of morning and salt as she approaches the large larma tree, smiling seeing how fresh and ripe they are as she moves to the closest branch, humming to herself as she picks them, inspecting each larma makingsure none were bruised as she places them within her basket, gazing up one in a while to see a fishing boat with Jarls and bonds passingby she waves to them before continuing her task, when her basket was full, smiling with pride she picks it up and carries her treasure back up to the gates, heading towards the bakery, se believes she would wash and set several out for any desires to have them while the rest she prepares to make te tarts and baked larma treats

Tending the Animals (14 March)

[05:27 AM]  Tala Moonwing rises from her furs and stretches her body, hoping to remove the stiffness from her body. Shaking out her furs and fluffing the pillows she tidied up her spot in the corner and then left the cabin to do her morning chores.
[05:35 AM]  Tala Moonwing makes her way to the barn to tend to the beasts, stopping along the way at the dry storage to fetch a bucket of grain for the vulo.
[05:38 AM]  Tala Moonwing sighs softly as she picks her way through the damp grass to the barn, moving to the corner of the barn at her arrival and retrieving the wheelbarrow that was parked out of sight.
[05:42 AM]  Tala Moonwing collects a shovel and begins the laborous task of mucking out the stalls, filling the wheelbarrow time after time with damp, smelly straw and wheeling it to the compost pile behind the blacksmith building. Armful after armful of clean straw was laid out to replace the bedding, and then she quickly filled the water trough and the grain bin for the beasts.
[05:43 AM]  Tala Moonwing: Turning her attention to the vulo pen, she collected a large wicker basket and painfully plucked the eggs from the nests, trying to avoid being pecked and end up with bloody fingers in the process.
[05:48 AM]  Tala Moonwing scowls at a particularly violent bird, and shoos it out the way to retrieve the last egg. As with the stalls for the larger animals, she replaced the bedding in the vulo pen, laughing softly as the bird squabbled over nesting rights.
[05:50 AM]  Tala Moonwing moves to where the bosk were complaining loudly about their discomfort and with practiced ease milked them both, taking slow measured steps back to the bakery to store the fresh milk. With the animals taken well care of for the day she moved on to her next set of chores in the long hall

Attending the Long Hall (10 March)

[13:33]  SolaraLove: solara entered the dark longhall, slightly cool it it's scent making known the burned out coal of the fireplace and the cool wooden floors. She shuddered as she put her back down that had been filled with oils and a cleaning solution. Today solara decided that the hall needed a good clean up.
[13:36]  SolaraLove: She kept her robes on lest she freeze her found bottom..as she poured some oil upon the torches. elegantly yet hastily she made her way to the hearth, removing the ashes and scooping them into a near by bucket. Once she had put the chopped wood into the hearth she began to make the fire, blowing it as it slowly grew...once or twice wrinkling her nose in a sneeze.

[13:38]  SolaraLove: she rubbed her hands together as teh hall began to heat up. Taking some fire careful not to burn down the hall she lit the torches one by one, illuminating the room.
[13:41]  SolaraLove: Solara then proceeded into the back room taking up a bucket and filling it with water, after which she added her cleaning solution in now beginning to wipe down the tables. There had been a silent echo of every movement solara made. Moving about on every table she then wiped down the benches thoroughly.
[13:43]  SolaraLove: The rowdy behavior that can occur on longhall nights can sometimes be reflected upon the tables and benches...and solara laughed to herself as she saw a faded footprint on the table. "Aye" she thought to herself. "Surely a bond had been dancing upon this table to the pleasure of some lucky Jarl." She grinned to herself as she scrubbed away the evidence of lustful nights
[13:45]  SolaraLove: Once the tables an dthe benches had been cleaned she swept and then scrubbed the floors. The peacefulnes so fteh hall had allowed her to gather thoughts and plan her evenings ahead. Since they had moved to the village it had never been this quiet, though today had been one of the busiest days of the week in torvaldsland.
[13:47]  SolaraLove: Solara then gathered the fur rugs and brought them outside, beating them one by one with the old broom stick. once they had been replaced neatly in the hall, solara threw out the dirty water and replace dthe bucket into the back room. She kept the doors open for about 5 ahn to allow some fresh breeze to flow in, after which closing the doors and proceeding to the Fires to heat up some Mead and black wine
[13:48]  SolaraLove: The Jarls would be home soon from their various tasks and it would be well that they return to warm drink and food. Once she filled two pots one with Mead and the other with black wine, she placed them upon the dancing flames to be heated up
[13:54]  SolaraLove: she then knelt by the fire as the drinks warmed up. as she knelt there observing them, she pulled out her back within was her Jarl's ripped shirt and some sewing supplies. There she began to mend the holes as she kept an eye on the warming beverages

What it Means to be a Bond

Cly:

This little task, the Overseer has placed upon us, have me stop to take in all my surroundings.
The meaning to be a bond, isnt just a femlee whose belly lie beneathe the sword. It also, to me at least, means she is the strength and pride of bother, her Jarl and the Village she serves in.
Within the village, a bond does alot to keep the village thriving even while the Jarls are away. Making sure each task and simple chore are done. So the village runs smoothly and in order. For both Jarl's approval and tp please him.
And speaking of Jarls, I am proud to be collared by my Jarl. He who brought me im from my dispair as i roamed, abandon. To me, his collar about my neck is my freedom and I will neverstray from it. For he lets me be true to myself. As a slave of the north, a bond.
And I would do anything and everything to bring honor and pride, not to just the village  that i serve in, but to the man whom ive serve. My Jarl. Thank you, for making me your bond, my Jarl.


Tala:


Lara:

What does it mean to be your bond...
As I ponder on this question, I must admit that I have no training whatsoever in pleasing men as a gorean slave ought to…nor do I completely understand what a bond is. Farm girls, slave girls to the Masters of the north or even a girl whose belly lies beneath the sword, are terms used to describe the role I currently hold.
But I do not know what all these terms should mean with regards to me being YOUR bond my Jarl. Being your bond means so much more that wearing a northern collar. It is an art I hope to Master because being your bond Means being every and anything you need, want and desire. I will milk yours bosks, and beat the furs…I will serve your long halls and cultivate your fields, but most of all my  Jarl I will fill you with a passion so strong and so true. When you want me to laugh I will..when you want me to cry..i will. When you need me to stay away I will..but when you seize me into your arms I will remain. When your day has been long and tiring I will be your rest and your escape. Being your bond my Jarl means being your fantasy. And I Long for nothing less that the fullness of your happiness.


Kyna:

  Some might say it starts with a circle, circle of life, circle of steel, circle of earth, it did not start that way for kyna.  It was one beat.  In a way it was still a circle, the blood coursing through her veins.  Few know that kyna came into this world fighting for her life.  Few know of the trials and tribulations kyna has pushed through on her journey.  Life is full of lessons, full of culture everywhere you look.  Looking back now, taking the time to reflect shows a clear path as if those on Urth that touched her life knew one day she would be here, on Gor,  in this village, property of a fierce warrior.  Even still the things she was taught, the knowledge it only complemented something far greater that cannot be picked up in any school.   Some call it faith, determination, spirit, or just plain drive and it is all of those things.  In losing everything there were certain things kyna found, like flint sparks to kindling, igniting instant flames deep within.  Quite certain there could be no greater love, no deeper feelings than those of a bondmaid.
    There is no doubt kyna’s heart beats solely to please her Jarl.  Of the many lessons she had learned along the way few stuck that of a dear friend and fellow masochistic slave whom once had said to kyna, “The kiss of the whip, no matter the pain, is still the touch of my Master, the tasks set before me an extension of Him,  and in that my comfort is found, even if He sold me, even if He never wished to see me again, still then would i serve to the best of my capabilities for in that way i am still serving Him.”  Powerful point of view, to know there is nothing one would not endure to satisfy another, to give up everything if only for the chance to please another being.  That knowing your only pleasure might be in knowing you have pleased Him and knowing that is the only pleasure you would dare seek in this life merely because your heart commanded it be so or stop beating all together.
    Inside kyna is her actual heart which pumps life through veins and deeper still is her heart, the heart of a bondmaid, the piece of her soul that truly deems her so.  The piece of her that bids her so bold to conquer fears, the deep pool from which she often speaks, the nervous system that cannot be physically located or severed by any steel, nor can it be implanted or falsified, or otherwise duplicated.  No whips caress instructs its creation or destruction.
    Being a bondmaid is not really about being anything at all.  To kyna, it’s nay about the steel about her neck.  It is the sum of all the pieces, not a part of the equation.  It is about making every action for my Jarl.  About letting go of every part and allowing Him to shape me as He pleases, as a sculptor does with clay.  It’s my every action, my every breath, every cell that makes me, each one set upon in its own way to please Him, to serve and obey His words, regardless of consequence and without hesitation.
    That is the basic matter.  To be a bondmaid is to be born with an incredible amount of bravery and strength.  How weak is a girl who would give her own life without second thought for that of her Jarl’s?  Who would do anything, yes anything, for her Jarl?  Who is humbled by His praise, His touch so much that it is what her existence is for solely.  All this seems so simple and yet is so incredibly difficult.
    A bondmaid is born with the tools she will need to be successful, mainly intelligence.  Education is never lost on a bondmaid and scholarly education is not what is meant here.  Creativity, the sense to know what may or may not be appropriate, and a large portion of honesty, all these should be polished to a fine gleam as a bond is raised.  For kyna they were everyday on Urth from the time she was a child.
    These are kyna’s thoughts.  Being a bond is not a thought, it is who she is every day.

Chopping Wood (8 March)

[19:18]  SolaraLove: As solara walked through the thick wooden doors of the village entrance, the welcoming scents of wood, green leaves and fresh cool air uplifted her senses. She smiled as sh began entering the forest right outside the village. She had always enjoyed this chore, as it brought her in the midsts of the lush green scenery. the sounds of tabuk could be heard as they ran about and the bosk grazing the forest floors.

[19:19]  SolaraLove: With her axe in hand she set out to chop some more fire wood for the village. her hair counces upon her with each step...swaying hips leading her to her destination
[19:20]  SolaraLove: there had been a clearing further on where the Overseer had set up a camp fire and a wood cutting area. Solara smiled as she approached it...the sound of her boots thumping softly and cracking small twigs on the ground.
[19:22]  SolaraLove: She set her axe down near the log as she looked about the forest floor for already dried up wood. She had been eager to finish this chore as today would be her first attempt at making Mead. She needed to be done quick
[19:25]  SolaraLove: With her wood gathered, solara began chopping them smaller one by one. The heavy axe fell strong against the stump as she continued her chore, her arm muscles sculpted in each motion.

[19:27]  SolaraLove whispers: Her breathing grew heavier as she progressed. If there was one thing solara disliked, it had been the burning sensation her hands attained when using the axe. She went through each log one by one until there had been a pile beside her.
[19:28]  SolaraLove: With a grunt, solara dropped the axe harshly into the stump quite satisfied she had been finished. she began her trips into the village carrying the logs
[19:30]  SolaraLove: with the freshly cut logs under her arms she hummed on her way, back an forth. Once or twice she had heard the tarsks in the woods, an animal she detested.
[19:31]  SolaraLove: She had not brought her spear with her though she felt confident enough to attain her wood and return safely. On her final trip back to the village, there had been a tarsk lurking in the distance. she walked faster until picking up into a run as the tarsk began chasing her.
[19:32]  SolaraLove: One log had dropped from her yet she never looked back, cursing profusely as she wondered why the male tarsk had been so aggravated.
[19:34]  SolaraLove: Once she arrived to the huge gates she threw the logs from her, instantly closing the gates. Her heart raced in her chest. She had not been too scared of the tarsk, a creature she had grown familiar with in hunt. But this tarsk seemed way to aggravated to put up with that moment. She grinned victoriously as she peeked though the gates, watching the tarsk scout the area. finally picking up the logs from the floor, solara made her way to the bakery and the long hall, replenishing the wood supplies.

The Wash (7 March)

20:19] kyna (rayzel) turns to leave the Jarls speak, heading to attend her chores
[20:21] kyna walks with purpose to the long hall, barely creaking a door open as the bond slips inside and heads to the back, collecting the soiled linen there in a basket, cradling it on her hip
[20:23] kyna (rayzel) slips back through the main doors of the long hall and proceeds through the gates down to the wash basin an clothesline

[20:24] kyna (rayzel) deposits the basket of dirty reps into the sudsy water, turning then light steps lead towards the bakery, thebond certain to find more laundry waiting there
[20:27] kyna (rayzel) gathers the soiled cloth of the bakery into a neat heap in the basket, lifting until the basket rest upon left hip leaving her gait short on that side as back through the doors she goes an out to the washtub
[20:30] kyna deposits all the dirty rags into the washtub, allowing them to soak an turns hearing her Jarl call for her, casting her chore aside for the moment
[17:08] kyna (rayzel) began scrubbing the soiled reps left to soak earlier int eh wash tub, scrubbing each soundly on the washboard before depositing them clean and damp into a basket
[17:14] kyna (rayzel) rose seeing them all well scrubbed and one by one lifted form the basket and clipped to the clothesline to dry in afternoon sun

Sweeping the Bakery (5 March)

[20:18]  SolaraLove: With the day almost done, solara had finished her other chores. She returned to the bakery where much sweeping needed to be done. One would not believe just how much mud and dirt had accumulated int he span of a day.
[20:20]  SolaraLove: She had been carrying firewood which she dropped into the wood basket, when she Met up with her Jarl and sisters tending to the affairs of the village

[20:22]  SolaraLove whispers: "Heilsa my Jarl....Heilsa sisters" she greeted as she had been allowed to continue her work. taking up a broom in hand, she began to sweep the bakery..careful not to raise too much dust amidst the foods that had been uncovered.
[20:24]  SolaraLove: Her red curls bounced around her freely as she swept, working hard her back and arms ensuring she not miss a spot. Under the table she knelt reaching about to bring forth any gathered dirt or objects. With corners she reached in with the broom and in the ceiling corners she tip toed to catch any cobwebs
[20:26]  SolaraLove: Solara gathered all the refuse near the door as she looked about carefully making sure that every area was well taken care of. Finally she swept it all outside the bakery onto the wooden planks that had been laid for the entrance.
[20:29]  SolaraLove: Once again she swept pushing the refuse onto the ground. Her kirtle swayed to and fro with the great swing of her arms as she cleaned. a fine evening breeze blew against her...and she winced. For it was quite cool and she had not been covered enough
[20:31]  SolaraLove: she hit the broom against the post watching the dust fall from the broom and she bounced into the bakery escaping the winds that had suddenly seem to want to pick up. Replacing the broom, she made her way to the fire..warming up whilst adding more wood lest the bakery lose it's delightful warmth

NLS Recipes

 ~FOODS~

                         Raw/Simple Foods

                      ****************

            Raw Materials    *    Items Needed

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Zukerfass (SugarJar)    * 2 Zucherrohr (Sugarcane) 

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             Mehl (Flour)        * 5 Sa-tarna Korn (wheat)

    **************************************************

     Salzfass (Salt Jar)    * 2 Salzkorn (saltgrain)

    **************************************************

                       Butter        * 5 Milchschales (milk)

    **************************************************

 Kaesestueck (cheese)    * 15 Milchschales (milk)

    **************************************************

           Blackwine pulver     * 2 Blackwinebohne

        (ground blackwine)    *    (blackwine bean)

    **************************************************

               Cacaopowder        * 2 Cacaobein 

         (chocolate powder)    *     (coco beans)

    **************************************************

         Schwarze Olive    * 1 Olivenzweig (olivebranch)

    **************************************************

               Bake Goods

               **********

                      Name        *Items Needed

    **************************************************

    Larma (apple) Pie    * 1 Zuckerfass (sugar)   

                                        * 3 Larmas (apples)

                                        * 1 Butter

                                         * 5 Milchschale (milk)

                                        * 2 Mehl (flour)

                                        * 2 Vulo Ei (eggs)

    *************************************************** 

    Cherry Pie                  * 1 Zuckerfass (sugar)   

                                        * 3 Torian Cherry

                                         * 1 Butter

                                         * 5 Milchschale (milk)

                                        * 2 Mehl (flour)

                                         * 2 Vulo Ei (eggs)

    *************************************************** 

    Rambeere                    * 1 Zuckerfass (sugar)   

                                          * 3 Rambeere (strawberries)

      (strawberry) Pie       * 1 Butter

                                            * 5 Milchschale (milk)

                                         * 2 Mehl (flour)

                                        * 2 Vulo Ei (eggs)

    *************************************************** 

    Schokoladenkeks        * 1 Zuckerfass (sugar)   

      (choco. chip cookies)    * 2 Cacaopowder (cocopowder)

                                             * 1 Butter

                                             * 5 Milchschale (milk)

                                             * 2 Mehl (flour)

                                              * 2 Vulo Ei (eggs)

    *************************************************** 

    Sa-tarna Brot (bread)    * 2 Mehl (flour)

                                                * 2 Wasserschale (water)

                                                * 1 salzfass (salt Jar)

    ***************************************************

                  Soups

                  *****

                 Name        *    Items Needed

    ***************************************************

      Kuerbissuppe        * 1 Kuerbis (pumpkin)

          (pumpkin soup) * 2 Wasserschale (water)

                                         * 1 Salzfass (salt jar)

    ***************************************************

      Sulsuppe                  * 3 Sul (potatoes)

         (potato soup)        * 2 Wasserschale (water)

                                        * 1 Salzfass (salt jar)

    ***************************************************

      Karotteneintopf    * 3 Karotten (carrots)

         (carrot stew)      * 3 Sul (potatoes)

                                        * 2 Wasserschale (water)

                                        * 1 salzfass (salt jar)

    ***************************************************

      Slavebrei             * 3 Sa-tarna Korn (wheat)

         (slave gruel)    * 2 Milchschale (milk)

    ***************************************************

                 Candies

                 *******

                    Name        * Items Needed

    ***************************************************

       Rambeere Candy          * 2 Honig (honey)

        (strawberry bonbon)    * 1 Zuckerfass (sugar jar)

                                                  * 5 Rambeere (strawberries)

    ****************************************************

       Cherry Candy        * 2 Honig (honey)

                                        * 1 Zuckerfass (sugar jar)

                                         * 5 Torian Cherry

    ****************************************************

       Schokoladenvulo    * 2 Zuckerfass (sugar jars)

          (chocolate egg)    * 1 Butter

        (HOLIDAY ONLY!!)   * 6 Milchschale

                                            * 6 Cacaopowder (cocopowder)

    ****************************************************

                 ~DRINKS~

            *Alcoholic Drinks*

            ******************

        Name        *    Items Needed

    ****************************************************

         Paga (beer)    * 5 Sa-tarna Korn (wheat)

                                   * 2 Wasserschale (water)

    ****************************************************

         Rence Beer     * 5 Rence (reeds)

                                   * 2 Wasserschale (water)

    ****************************************************

          Sul-Paga (grog)    * 2 Sul (potatoes)

                                            * 1 Wasserschale (water)

    ****************************************************

       Ka-La-Na Kelch    * 5 Ka-La-Na Trauben (grapes)

        (Ka-La-Na Wine)    *

    ****************************************************

      Met (Mead)        * 5 Honig (honey)

                                    * 3 Wasserschale (water)

    ****************************************************

            *Non-Alcoholic Drinks*

            **********************

         Name        *    Items Needed

    ****************************************************

       Bazietee Kanne    * 2 Baziteeblaetter (tea leaves)

        (bazi tea)               * 3 Wasserschale (water)

    ****************************************************

       Blackwine Kanne    * 3 Blackwinepulver

         (blackwine drink)    *    (blackwine powder)

                                            * 3 Wasserschale (water)

    ****************************************************

       Chocolatemilch    * 2 Milchschale (milk)

        (chocolate milk)   * 1 Cacaopowder (coco powder)

    ****************************************************

    Cherrysaft (cherry juice)* 6 Torian cherry

    ****************************************************

    Tospitsaft (peach juice)* 6 Tospit (peaches)

    ****************************************************

    Larmasaft (apple juice)    * 6 Larma (apples)

Rondvik Banners

Our very own bondsmaid, lara,worked her fingers to the bone, designing and making these wonderful banners for the Village. Her Jarl should be extra proud of the devotion that the girl has, not to just him, but to the Village as well.
Job well done, bondsmaid.

Tending the Recorder's Hut (3 March)

[21:54]  clysa Dragoone crosses the Rondvik field, her arms full of parchments as she makes her way to the Recorder's hut...nudging the door open with her curvy hip she enters the darken room of the soon to be library and study to the village recorder...placing the parchments upon the desk, cly sighed s she gazes about, making her way over to the fireplace she adds a few timber to the still glowing ambers, blowing lightly she restarts the fire, making it lit up the room with a suddle light and adding warmth against the afternoon Torvaland chill...tucking a few loose strands of auburn hair from her face she starts to work on straightening the clutter of the room...grabbng pillows from the gathering ring she takes them outside, batting them together to knock out any dust that might of collected there...cly pilesthe pillowsinthe corner before dragging the rug out to teh line to hit it a few good times with the beater, knocking the dust and dirt from the wool...leaving teh rug out to air, she fetches a broom starts to sweep so she
[21:54]  clysa Dragoone: could scrub the floor before replacing the rug back down along with the pillows... moving about as the sun crosses teh sky, she dusts the shelves and wipe down each book and places each scrolled up parchment in its rightful place...going to teh desk, cly checks the inkwell seeing if its full and that there was plenty of quills on hand...nodding withsatisfaction she moes over to the small side desk for the Recorder's bond if they should ever haveone and there she starts working on a list of items to fetch from the orchard and the market when she ventures forth through the Tor'Mark...

Cleaning the Healer's Cabin (2 March)

[21:10]  clysa Dragoone carries a bundle of firewood across the fields, the morning sun peeking over the snow capped mountains..smiling softly as she passes several Jarls and sister bonds as she makes her way to the Healer's cabin...bumpin the door with herhip, cly makes her way inside the suddle cabin...
[21:31]  clysa Dragoone: piling the wood by the fireplace, she checks to makesure the fire was still going and it was comfortable within...steely eyes gazes about, taking in what needs to be done to prepare for the new healer to arrive...using a strip of rep cloth, cly ties back her long auburn brown locks away from her face...smiling, she went to each of the beds, stripping the furs, blankets and linens, there she took them outside to hang upon the laundry line to air out and to be freshly batted from dust before she could remake the beds...fetching a pail by the fireplace she heads down to the well at the center of the village, to fill so she could start scrubbing floors and shelves...
humming to herself she works in the quiet cabin, dusting and scrucbbing the bookshelves, stacking the fresh parchment of papers upon the desk...sepping out with a rug beater, she smacks it a couple of good times across the furs and blankets, coughing a little as dust goes everywhere, shaking them some she takes them back inside, making the beds...as
[21:31]  clysa Dragoone: a final touch she took a pitcher and makes her way to the bakery, filling it with fresh water then takes it back up to place upon the counter with teh washing basin is, nodding with approval, cly stepped back out heading off to do her next task of the day

Laundry (1 March)

[19:42] kyna (rayzel) heads out to collect soiled linens of the village
[19:42] kyna (rayzel): Aye sis of course
[19:44] kyna (rayzel) leaves her sisters to their work in the library and heads first for the long hall knowing the back there be a basket of used reps an other linens waiting to be washed there
[19:51] kyna (rayzel) lifts the basket and nestles it on the cleft of her hip before heading out hte door an down into the bakery collecting that laundry as well
[19:54] kyna (rayzel) straightens a few plates and collects a could empty mugs on her way to the back of the bakery, depositing them in the dishpan before moving to the back room and adding the cloth to the basket at her hip, with a turn she sets out for the long walk down to the river, bar of soap an washboard riding atop the dirty load
[19:57] kyna (rayzel) marches on between the muddy trenches heavy wagons have made, listen to the tress in the slight wind, rather quiet
[19:59] kyna (rayzel) smiled as steps reached the shoreline, in the distance ceruleanoptics caught eh familiar sight of Three Moons, the neighboring village, across the rivers shimmer,
[20:01] kyna (rayzel) flipped the basket over, outing the dirty cloth to the ground unceremoniously settling herself to a kneel, the empty basket on her right the bar of soap in her hand and the washboard leaning against her legs, the river's water was still cold regardless of the faint signs of spring
[20:05] kyna (rayzel) began to wash each dirty piece giggling as the bubbles the saop created drew upwards towards the sky all around her cherub face
[20:09] kyna (rayzel) scrubbed fiercely on each piece of cloth removing dirt an debris giving it a good rinse an wringe before depositing the wet clothe back to the basket to take back to the village an hang up
[20:11] kyna (rayzel) hummed an Urthen tune, one her mother had taught her, figuring that Odin would understand the words in her heart even if a different language
[20:14] kyna (rayzel) began to sing the words outloud, thanking the spirits that be for this day
[20:14] kyna (rayzel): I'iw nama'ewinan, maaba asemaa, miinwaa n'ode'winaanin gda-bagidinimaagom
[20:16] kyna (rayzel) sang out the drum beats from a far away land echo in her ears as she offers prayers from her heart up, arms pumping against the washboard on each rep cloth, fingers numb from the river's cold water
[20:17] kyna (rayzel): Miigwetch gda-igom n'mishomissinaanig miinwa n'ookomisinaanig jiinaago gaa-iyaajig, noongom e-iyaajig miinwaa waabang ge-iyaajig.
[20:20] kyna (rayzel) let each wordslide with ease past lips of crimson at a soft near whisper tone, the drums beat in her head influencing the way the words rolled off her tongue as she scrubbed and wrung out the fabric parcels and deposited them in the basket, singing out her thanks to the Grandfathers and grandmothers of yesterday, today and tomorrow

20:27] kyna (rayzel) sang out words thanking the spirits of the wind, water, fire, and land, lost in her work an thoughts of her mother's teachings an the impact they had made on her life since being brought to the land called Gor
[20:27] kyna (rayzel): Miigwetch manidoog iyaajig noodinong, iyaajig nibiing, iyaajig shkodeng miinwa iyaajig akiing.
[20:27] kyna (rayzel): Miigwetch manidoog iyaajig giiwedinong, waabanong, zhaawanong miinwa epangishimok..
[20:28] kyna (rayzel) sang out thanks to each of the four directions , gathering the last piece of soiled linen in her hands and taking it to task on the washboards rippled surface
[20:31] kyna (rayzel) finished the wash and song in a prayer asking to help her live the good life, a blush an a smile rose to facial features as her Jarl an family now came to the forefront of her mind, rinsing hte soap from hands and wash board they were set neatly on top of the heavy basket of wet clean linen
[20:32] kyna (rayzel): Daga bi-wiidokawishinaang wii mino bimaadiziyaang.
[20:32] kyna (rayzel) heaved the heavy basket and settled it on a hip awkwardly shifted outward to help secure the bond's load of clean cloth
[20:38] kyna (rayzel) stammered back up to the village to the clothesline, hanging each piece up to dry in the springs sunlight and warmth, enjoying it on her fingers, the icy temperature of the river had chilled the bond and she makes quick work of it, leaving the basket to collect the linen later beneath the line
[20:39] kyna (rayzel) beams having finished a chore for her beloved village

Milking Bosk (1 March)

[06:08]  SolaraLove: The day began as anyother day did in Rondvik...the sound of chickens running from bonds...wood being cut...fires roaring for the days roasts, and hearty laughter from the village Jarls.
Solara...after cleaning out her Jarls hut made her way to the bakery to find two metal buckets. Today she would gather much milk as cheese and butter had been slowly decreasing.

[06:13]  SolaraLove: She looked about unable to find any buckets though there had been a metal vessel she was sure would suit the milking needs. upon entering the stables, the scent of hay and animals greeted her nostrils....trails of bosk dung decorating the floors.

[06:16]  SolaraLove: solara approached the bosk boldly..her favorite bosk she had secretly named better...an earth name she had loved since her Flintstones days as a child on earth. She placed the metal vessel beneath the bosk and rest her gentle palm against its fur...soothing the bosk slightly, hoping that she wa sin a good mood today.
[06:19]  SolaraLove: Once betty had calmed enough, solara took it's udders into her hands and began squeezing and pulling gently...her eyes peaking up at better every now and then. She had not been milked all week therefore she was fully ready to provide an abundance. after what seemed like a minute, white drops of the warm liquid began to drip out..following a lively spray of milk into the metal vessel.
[06:25]  SolaraLove: solara grinned in victory as her vessel slowly began to fill up. Just as the vessel was half full solara peaked over her shoulders to the sound of hurried foot steps. In both hands kyna approached carrying two metal buckets. she had been harvesting herself and now she returned them to get more milk.

"aha!" solara gestured.."I was wondering what became of those!" she grinned turning about to finish milk the bosk.

[06:26]  SolaraLove: "Aye lara.." kyna continued..."There nay be anough buckets round here" she chuckled, placing the buckets down near solara and gracefully bouncing off to continue her own chores. The vessel was now filled...solara reached over and took a metal cucket filling it just the same. she hummed softly...as one or two times betty had fussed.
[06:28]  SolaraLove: Again she did the same for the other bucket, and as all the vessels were now filled with milk, solara gave the bosk a warm caress with her hand and began carring the milks away. half to storage and half to the baking for churrning and cooking.
[06:30]  SolaraLove: Solara was now in the bakery..washing her hands thoroughly and looking about. the day before she had decorated the bakery with fresh cakes and pastries...and in mystery all had disappeared. "Either our Jarls are hungry men...or the ghosts have moved in with us" solara whispered before laughing to herself.

With that, she carried on to begin setting out food and churning butter.

Scrubbing Floors (29 Feb)

[18:16]  SolaraLove: As the evening turned to night...many had come in and out of the bakery. the floors seemed quite dull and dirty. Once she had finished setting out the pastries and slicing up the bread, solara filled up an old rusty wooden bucket with soapy water
[18:17]  SolaraLove: once filled, she placed it onto the filthy wooden floors beneath her and grabbed a scrubbing brush from the storage
[18:18]  SolaraLove: "Before i clean the floors my Jarl is there anything i may get You?" solara asked her Jarl as he stood surveying the various pastries and fresh breads
[18:21]  rajaah: looks an smiles pulling her near taking her lips to his tasting her sweetness an nods the food an pastery is enought for now an give her a gently tap on her arse
[18:24]  SolaraLove: solara was pressed up against her Jarl...her hot body delighting in the feel of him against her. Lips ravaged beautifully my her Jarl she was swooned. She longed to be seized up by him right then..yet she knew much work needed to be done before. once their kiss had broken she felt the hard smack upon her round bottom. she chuckled and lowered to her knees to begin her chore
[18:24]  rajaah: then he sit an eats his friut an meat then grins looking at the pie
[18:28]  SolaraLove: she dipped her brush into the bucket and pulled it up dripping with cool water and splashes it about scrubbing with great effort. her breasts were bouncing frantically as she moved about scrubbing...upon knees and hands she moved about the hearth area scrubbing
[18:30]  SolaraLove: solara once finished with the kitchen area, crawled her way about the tables....scrubbing hard and carefully not missing a spot. Every now and then she would stretch out allowing her muscles to be relieved from bending over for so long. The productive scrubbing sounds almost silenced the cows who had been fussing behind the bakery

[18:33]  SolaraLove: more and more solara crawled about...her forehead glistening in sweat. a heat had captivated her all around as she worked. Solara now done, looked into the bucket noticing the water had almost finished. she grinned thankful it had been enough. Once again she filled the bucket with clean water....then returning to the main room splashing the floors free of the slippery soap.
[18:34]  SolaraLove: She did this until the floors were fully rinsed, after which bringing out a dry mop to pick up the excess water.

[18:35]  SolaraLove: Once finished solara looked around quite pleased with herself as she placed the bucket and brush back into the storage...her knees and feet still wet. she stood next to the fire that she may dry herself...the bakery was clean