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