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