Working in the Bakery ((28 April))

11:51 AM SLT 04-28-2012
lil sparrow: wakes up shivering, her sister having stolen the fur, she crawls out and quickly pulls on a clean kirtle and goes downstairs adding a few logs on the fire then, stretching, she yawns and warms herself for a couple of minutes by the fire before opening the heavy wooden door, closing it behind her and runs quickly to the bakery, the morning being particularly chilling so early. Once in the bakery her morning routine begins, first lighting a fire then mixing a large pot of sa tarna and bosk milk, stirring it well and allowing it to boil on the fire. when it's ready ladles it into a big bowl taking out some for herself, and sits it on the counter, she pours some fresh bosk milk and has her breakfast. afterwards she carries a bucket of hot soapy water and the broom upstairs, sweeps and then scrubs the floor dragging the bucket with her she backs down the stairs cleaning each one as she goes. downstairs she sets the bucket aside while she gathers up the pots and pans from last night, washes and dries and then puts them away, wipes down all the tabletops and counters, cleans the oven and fire pits then sweeps up the dirt and dust, throws it in the grass and gets down on hands and knees to scrub the floor, getting up all the footprints making a path through the room. she then sweeps off the stone flooring where the tables sit in front of the bakery, wipes down the tables and chairs, cleans the brush and bucket and puts them all away. relaxing outside before starting the meal she inhales deeply the fresh scent of rain in the air and smiles brightly thinking what a wonderful life she has.~

Tending the Animals (27 April)

11:51 AM SLT 04-28-2012
lil sparrow: wakes up shivering, her sister having stolen the fur, she crawls out and quickly pulls on a clean kirtle and goes downstairs adding a few logs on the fire then, stretching, she yawns and warms herself for a couple of minutes by the fire before opening the heavy wooden door, closing it behind her and runs quickly to the bakery, the morning being particularly chilling so early. Once in the bakery her morning routine begins, first lighting a fire then mixing a large pot of sa tarna and bosk milk, stirring it well and allowing it to boil on the fire. when it's ready ladles it into a big bowl taking out some for herself, and sits it on the counter, she pours some fresh bosk milk and has her breakfast. afterwards she carries a bucket of hot soapy water and the broom upstairs, sweeps and then scrubs the floor dragging the bucket with her she backs down the stairs cleaning each one as she goes. downstairs she sets the bucket aside while she gathers up the pots and pans from last night, washes and dries and then puts them away, wipes down all the tabletops and counters, cleans the oven and fire pits then sweeps up the dirt and dust, throws it in the grass and gets down on hands and knees to scrub the floor, getting up all the footprints making a path through the room. she then sweeps off the stone flooring where the tables sit in front of the bakery, wipes down the tables and chairs, cleans the brush and bucket and puts them all away. relaxing outside before starting the meal she inhales deeply the fresh scent of rain in the air and smiles brightly thinking what a wonderful life she has.~

Tending to the Bakery (27 April)

2:24 PM  04-27-2012
~waking even earlier than usual she stretches and yawns then quietly slips from the furs so as not to wake her Jarl or sister. quietly she pulls on a clean kirtle and slips down the stairs going to the bakery straight away. she mixes sa tarna and milk in a large pot and stirs it as it begins to boil then spoons it into a big bowl and sits it on the counter. she fixes herself a bowl and some fresh bosk milk and eats her breakfast then gathers up the dirty pots and pans and washes and dries them and puts them all away.
next she refills all the containers and grinds some blackwine beans. she cuts into cubes and browns a boskadaver and adds it to a large pot of boiling water, slices carrots, suls along with various other vegetables and spices stirs it all together and leaves it to simmer. taking a broom and bucket of hot soapy water she goes upstairs and begins to clean, first dusting the crates off, sweeping the dirt up and then scrubbing the floor with a brush, getting up every bit of dirt. she sweeps off the stairs and washes them. downstairs she repeats the whole process just like everyday. wipes down tables and counters, dusts shelves and crates, sweeps the floor being sure to get under tables and benches then on hands and knees she scrubs the floor thoroughly, rinses it in clean hot water and takes the bucket out back, cleans it and puts everything away, she checks to make sure she is done and goes on to the next task~

Laundry at the River (27 April)

 Zee she enters the infirmary ad take the linen from the exam tables and places them into the laundry backet
[07:19]  Zee she them move to the shelve to replace the linen she just removed from the exam tables, then she step lightly to the first bed and proceeds to make up each table just as they were before
[07:22]  Zee she come to the last table and makes it up and grab a repcloth and does a bit of light dusting
[07:23]  Zee: .me she them picks the linen she just took from the beds and walks to the back hips swaying side to side

[07:24]  Zee: she puts the linen in the basket with the rest and takes it in hand and head to the door to take it to the stream
[07:33]  Zee she sit the basket on the rock and kneels dowm near the stream and take the a linen in hand and dips it in the stream taking the wash board in the other hand she place the wet linen to the wash board and begins to scrub it clean
[07:34]  Zee she does it again with another linen
[07:36]  Zee she begins to hum a soft tune to herself as she washes the lanundry
[07:56]  Tala Moonwing joines her sister and sets down the heavy metal tub of supplies, scrub brushes, soap flakes and rope and pins to hang the laundry to dry
[07:58]  Tala Moonwing grins and looks to the basket of linene that needs to be washed for the infermery and grins "well lets get this done shall we sis? four hands are better than two i would think
[07:58]  Zee she place the washed linen in to another basket and pick up another and begins to wash it
[07:58]  Zee yes sister
[08:00]  Zee she scrubs each linen vigorously agains the wash board
[08:00]  Tala Moonwing stifles another yawn and tugs off her kirtle, folding it neatly to the side. The bright white feathers were a favorite and she didnt wish them to get grass stained
[08:00]  Zee: dipin them in the stream to rinse them
[08:01]  Zee layng each in the second basket
[08:01]  Zee mmmmmmmm yuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyy sissyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
[08:01]  Tala Moonwing flops on the soft grass next to her sister and reaches in for more sheets, pulling out a scrub brush and dipping it in the soap flakes. She then leans forward and starts scrubbing away at a sheet "the village it is nearly bursting at the seems sister, tis good we are getting a bigger place"
[08:01]  Tala Moonwing blinks and bursts out laughing "well i always do laundry nakie sissy.. makes less clothes to wash"
[08:02]  Tala Moonwing chuckles
[08:02]  Zee yes sister i agree we definately need the move
[08:02]  Zee: /m giggles
[08:04]  Zee she begins to hang the laundry that has layed in the second basket to dry
[08:04]  Tala Moonwing peers over the river at the larma tree, nearly bursting with ripe fruit and her mouth begins to water. "Mm i will have to pick a handful to take back for some fresh fruit.. gruel is starting to lose its appeal of late. Must be the nice spring weather"
[08:05]  Zee yes sister
[08:05]  Tala Moonwing wrings out the last of the laundry and rises to her feet, dirt and grass clinging to her full bottom. She impatiently brushes it off, anxious for her morning bath after the chores were through and helped her sister hang the last of the clothes so the soft winds would dry them and make them smell as fresh as the morning woods
[08:07]  Tala Moonwing looks to a few of the older sheets as they flutter and dance in the wind, "some of these we will be able to rip up for bandages as they seem to be getting a wee bit threadbare"
[08:08]  Zee aye sister once they be dry i will surly do it i think we be running low in the infirmary at this point i have not really checked in a day or two sister
[08:09]  Tala Moonwing nods "aye with many warriors, i suspect training is going to start soon and there will be nicks and cuts to bandage up when they sparring"
[08:12]  Zee truer word were never spoken sister, it seems when the men are sparring the Mistress Nightsong Voir gets many visit setting broken bone and dressing wound inflicted by blades
[08:13]  Tala Moonwing nods and shudders "i am glad to have the warriors sis, they were needed badly, but our work will be doubled. or tripled by now. We have an amazing group of sisters though.. i think we can take them"
[08:13]  Tala Moonwing winks to her as she pins up the last of the laundry and then plops down next to her on the soft grass.
[08:27 AM]  nadie(dab.snowfield): laundry done??
[08:27 AM]  Zee(zabeeka) heilsa sister she says as she see the girl come running to them
[08:27 AM]  nadie(dab.snowfield): greetings sister
[08:28 AM]  Tala Moonwing: yup finishing up the notecard now hehe.. want to grab some fresh larma's to take back? i got a few but cant carry that many i didnt bring a basket
[08:28 AM]  nadie(dab.snowfield) nods 'aye i can sissy

Dusting (26 April)

10:41 am SLT 04-26-2012
~hauls water to her Jarls home and boils a large pot full then drags the furs from upstairs out front and piles them on the porch next dragging the downstairs fur out as well. she hangs each one over the railing and beats them with the broom then rolls them up one at a time and piles them against the wall. filling a bucket from the pot on the fire and adding some cold water and soap she carries it up the stairs setting it aside while sweeping the floor and the stairs then with a scrub brush on hands and knees she cleans the floor working her way backwards down the stairs scrubbing as she goes. downstairs she shovels out the ashes from the fireplace and oven and lays in fresh wood which she then lights. dusts off the mantle, her Jarls throne and all the furniture as well as washing the table top. she sweeps up all the dust and ashes and dumps them in the grass outside goes back in and scrubs the floor thoroughly. finally she carries in the furs and replaces them all where they go. she places a plate of fruit and cheese and some freshly baked sa tarna buns on the table along with several talendars in a small vase. she heads out for the daily harvesting to get the evening meal prepared~

Setting Food Out in the Long Hall (25 April)

[13:05] Chaton Noir: ~crawls out of the furs into the crisp morning air, stretches and yawns, standing she stumbles down the steep stairs throws on a kirtle and makes her way to the bakery where she has a bowl of slavebrei and some bosk milk afterwhich she goes to the gardens and harvest what she'll need for the day, sa tarna, suls, sugar cane, milk and eggs and bosk dung for the fire. then hefting the heavy load she goes back to the bakery.~

[13:12] Chaton Noir: lights a fire and first boils a large pot of water to make blackwine for the sleepy Free when they get up, carrying the pot of fresh blackwine to the longhall and sits it in the kitchen. going back she takes another large pot and mixes sa tarna and milk enough to make plenty of slavebrei for her sisters next mixing a large bowl of bread dough she fills three pans and places them in the oven to make sa tarna bread~

[13:18] Chaton Noir: ~pulling the pans from the oven she sits them on the counter to cool thens adds oil to a skillet and fries a bunch of fish fillets, bosk steaks and roasts three vulos, slicing them up she places them on separate platters and begins to carry all but the gruel to the longhall, arranging it neatly on the tables also setting out a larma pie she baked the night before, finally she goes back to the bakery and cleans up her mess~

Cleaning Infirmary Linen (23 April)

[11:26]  Zee Nia take the lines from the bed in the infirmary careful to watch how the Mistress has made them so she can replace them with fresh linnesn in the mannas as the mistress has instruxted her that inpressions are of the utmost importantc in her like of work
[11:27]  Zee tossing the used linens in the launder cart to be taken to the stream ans washed later
[11:28]  Zee: she go to where the fresh linen is stores and take a set for each or the five bed ad place a set at teh foot of each of the bed
[11:30]  Zee she moves again to the first bed an take the sheet unfolds it not letting it tough the floor and places it on the bad care to replace it the way the one that was there before it with hospital corners and tucked under the think matress
[11:31]  Zee: /m,e she then takes the green woolen blanckes and fold it to fit the way the one before was placed and genly lays it over the sheet that she so carefully place on correctly
[11:31]  Zee she then take pillow case in hand and covers the pillow with fresh linne

[11:32]  Zee look at her work to see that is is the same as it was before, pleased with how well she made the exam table she move the the next and does the same
[11:33]  Zee taking her time to be sure it looks the same as the other one, she smiles and move to the next
[11:34]  Zee slook at her work on the exam tables pleased that she is remember how they looked before changing the linen as the tables wer all use this morning
[11:35]  Zee she moves to the fourth table, thinking to her self one left she lays the sheet on the last table and does the corners and tuck the sheet under
[11:36]  Zee: she tne places the woolen blancket across the shee and puts fresh pillow case on the pello
[11:36]  Zee: pellow
 [11:43]  Zee she then picks up a broom from the corner and begins to sweep the floor starting in the corner
[11:43]  Zee: she sweeps the dust and dirt into a pile
[11:43]  Zee and move the pile toward the door
[11:45]  Zee sweeping to the dorr and opening it to sweep the dirt that was tracked in out
  Zee she places the broom back into the corner
[11:47]  Zee: she then picks upa repcloth and begins to clean the windows of the infirmary being sure to make them shine so the mistress can see her reflection in them
 Zee: she take the repclot and place it with the lanudry of linen she need to clern and pick up a fresh one and begins dusting the shelf and medicine bottles care not to spill or break them as the mistress works hard to gather and prepare them

Preparing Meals (23 April)

[14:20] Chaton Noir: ~she sat up stretching her arms and yawning deeply, stubled out the door and made her way slowly to the bakery where she had a big bowl of gruel and some bosk milk. full, she walked out the heavy gate, crossed the bridge and started her day picking vegetables, knowing what she needed she picked a lot of sa tarna, sugar cane and various other items then going back to the village and milking the bosk and collecting eggs, that along with what was there already and she was set to cook~

[14:29] Chaton Noir: ~lighting a fire she mixed up corn and milk in a large pot stirring it together well and sat it on the fire, next, in a small bowl she mixed up dough for pie crusts, mixing milk, butter, mehl and eggs together and kneading the dough then rolled it out and fit it into two pie pans adding the cherry mixture of cherries and sugar, opened the oven door and placed them inside~


[14:35] Chaton Noir: ~removing the pot of gruel from the fire she emptied the contents into a large bowl for she and her sisters to feed from that day. next she sliced a bosk brisket and laying the slices on a platter along with larma, tospit and kalana she sat it on the long table to carry to the long house later, along with sa tarna bread fresh from the oven. removing the pies she sat them out to cool on the table and began to clean up her mess, washing the dishes and wiping down the tables and putting everything away~


[14:37] Chaton Noir: ~finally she boiled water for blackwine, mixed in the powder as it boiled and then carried everything carefully to the longhouse~

Cleaning the Latrines (22 April)

[09:06 PM]  Tala Moonwing shudders with horror at the chore she is about to undertake and lifts her chin in determination, knowing it was necessary for the comfort, and cleanliness of their village. Stripping off her favorite kirtle, she tucked it carefully away dug up her oldest and most worn out work camisk.

[09:11 PM]  Tala Moonwing finds some wooden sticks that had been widdled into blunt points and sticks them into her long blond hair, carefully pinning up the silvery locks to keep them from tumbling over creamy shoulders. She rummaged through the basket of utensils in the kitchen until she found what she seeked, one of the pins that was used to hang the clothes up to dry and grinned with relief. She clipped it to her nose tightly, uncaring how it made her look or how much it pinched the delicate skin.

[09:13 PM]  Tala Moonwing carefully fills a bucket with boiling water, and adds cold water to it as well, stirring in a handful of strong cleansing soap that the girls made anually, enough to last them many sesasons if carefully crated. Tossing in a large scrubrush and tucking a number of old rags into her rope belt, she made her way to the nearest Latrine with a brave face, though rather silly -looking face.

[09:19 PM]  Tala Moonwing: She approached the latrine next to the bond kennel and with a deep breath of fresh air, she tugged open the door and peered around the wooden frame, biting back a groan of dusgust as the wave of fumes greetged her, flies swarmed around her body, eagerly landing on her fresh, young skin, that seemed to want to crawl inside itself as if to escape the chore that awaited her.

[09:26 PM]  Tala Moonwing lifts her chin and marches in setting the bucket of hot, soapy water down and plunging her hand into the water, not allowing the water to even drain from the brush she slapped it with gusto on the seat, scrubbing for all she was worth.

[09:31 PM]  Tala Moonwing: Her musical voice rose to full throttle as she srubbed away, moving around to the base and along the wooden shelf that the seat rested on, as if the beauty of song could banish the distate of this particular chore. She was optimisic by nature however, and despite the smell that brought tears to her bright, emerald eyes, she knew that her sisters would smile in relief when they stumbled out in the morning to a clean outhouse.

[09:34 PM]  Tala Moonwing winced slightly as she peered into the gaping hole, and gauged how full it was and swalled quickly as the smell rose to greet her. The seat, the shelf and the floor and walls now scrubbed clean she backed her way out quickly and took in great gulps of fresh air, setting the filthy water down for a moment while she drank in the sweet smell of wind and soil and the surrounding fir trees.

[09:36 PM]  Tala Moonwing quickly makes her way to the edge of the village, climbing the hill that led to the outcropping of trees and tossed the water into the forest's edge, to be consumed by the plants that would benefit from the .. ripe.. watering.

[09:40 PM]  Tala Moonwing hurried back to her Jarl's cabin for more supplies, praying to His Great Spirit that none would see her in her present state, and scampered inside to retrieve a large shovel and wooden tub, along with two more wooden pails. Dragging the supplies back to the now almost clean latrine, she made her way to the back to complete the last, and worst part of her task.

[09:46 PM]  Tala Moonwing crouched before the small wooden door at the back, and unclasped it with dread, shuddering as the deep metal pan was exposed. The door was not high up enough that any could see to invade the privacy of the user, should they be so inclined to mischief, it was only big enough to allow the pan to be removed and emptied, and cleaned. She pulled it out carefully, so that none of the feces or urine would splash on her body and with a grimace she poured the foul mixture into one of the wooden pails, filling it nearly full and then pouring the rest into the other pail. Dropping the dirty pan on the ground behind the latrine she slowly carried each pail, one in each hand to the trees once more, offering them even more fresh fertilizer.

[09:47 PM]  Tala Moonwing made her way back to the latrine and fetched the dirty pan, tossing it into one of the buckets and heading to the river to rinse them all out. She vowed she would bathe as soon as this was over with for she could not bare to be seen looking and smelling as she did.

[09:49 PM]  Tala Moonwing reached the edge of the river, far aways down where the water rolled, and twisted, churning and chattering over smooth-polished stones that gleamed in the setting sun. She crouched before the water and plunged the pails and the pan into the cold water, letting the river scrub them clean with sediment and stone, and rinsing them well.

[09:51 PM]  Tala Moonwing rose to her feet, holding the now clean supplies in the only clean part of her body, her hands, and hurried back to the latrine to replace the now shining odor-free pan. With a twist to the iron hook she closed it tightly and made her way to her Jarl's cabin to clean find a fresh kirtle to take back to the river for her own bath. Once more her voice rose in song, a tribute to the home and family that she loved, the new sisters she had been blessed with, the Free that she has been priviledged to serve and with a light heart and a happy smile she scampered eagerly back to the river for her bath.

Tending the Garden (20 April)

[17:50]  ℂℓy (clysa.dragoone) hums softly as she slips from the village, it was still very early and cly wants to get a head start on preparing the garden while the weather was still good, passing through the gates she heads across the bridge, feelling the cool morning dew under her feet, following up stream she could heear the waterfall in the distance over teh splashing of water along side her, reaching the mill area she turns towards the small clearing next to the large building, finding a bone shovel she sts to work to start planting for the years harvest that be needed for the village, moving to her hands and knees she starts to make little rows to plant seeds into, sighing as the sun rises higher, cly moves to the streeam for a quick drink before slipping into the mil to fetch the bag of seeds, returning to the patch, she starts to plant the seeds, dropping theem into each row and covering them as she passes, sweat plastered her kirtle to her tanneed flesh by the time she was finished, she turns to gaze at her work nods
[17:50]  ℂℓy (clysa.dragoone): satisfied, she heads back up to the village to see what elsee can be done

Tending to the Animals (17 April)

[16:43] Chaton Noir: Carried a dung sack with her as she walked to the stables and went first to the bosk pen and gathered the dung, she spread it in the sun to dry, laying down the bag she carried armfuls of hay in and piled it where they could reach it easily, spread fresh straw on the ground and filled the water trough, then she brushed them good and finally milked them, carrying the milk pail to the bakery and adding it to the barrel.
[16:50] Chaton Noir: Next she went to the verr pen, first collecting dung and carrying it out to spread in the sun to dry, cleaned out the old straw and replaced it with fresh, spreading it on the ground, she put a pile of hay in along with some grain, added fresh water to the trough and then milked the ewes, carrying the pail to the bakery again.
[16:55] Chaton Noir: Going to the vulo pen she first cleaned the old straw from the ground then raked up the droppings, she replaced the straw with fresh stuff, spread grain around and filled the small water trough, then she collected the eggs and carefully carried them to the bakery.
[16:59] Chaton Noir: She next carried water to the troughs outside the gate, filling each one to the top. then went to the gardens and picked the ripe vegetables, carrying them back to the bakery and putting them away.
[17:02] Chaton Noir: lastly she restocked all the ingredients, refilled the water barrel and churned fresh butter.

dani's First Chores (14 April)

~pulling a fur around her shoulders she steps out of the kennel refreshed, ready for her first day in this new place. she makes her way to the bakery and first cutting off some sa tarna bread and a chunk of cheese she kneels close to the fire and eats. She gulps down some fresh water from a bota and then unsure of her chores she gazes slowly around the room. she adds wood to each of the fires, fills the pots with water, cleans each cooktop and the oven then wipes down the table, chairs and counters. searching for cleaning supplies she finds a broom and sweeps the floor good, sweeping it out the door and then sweeping off the sitting area outside. puts the broom away, gets a bucket and some rags and soap, fills the bucket with hot water and soap then starting at the front, she scrubs the floor on hands and knees. afterwards she pours the bucket out behind the building, rinses it and the rags and replaces them where she found them, then she waits patiently for her new sisters to appear.

Gathering the Linen (13 April)

With a soft sigh, tala stretched her long limbs, clasping her fingers together over her head, arching her back and moaning in pleasure as she stretched away the stiffiness of the night. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she glanced down at her chain sister as she lay curled next to her - soft, silken limbs tangled with their Jarl's. Slipping from the bed she tugged the furs over them both, lightly settling it over them and then reached for her leather work kirtle and tugged it over her hips. Fighting back another yawn, she tugged and tied at the laces of the bodice and then pulled on her boots, making her way to the kitchen to stoke the fire and prepare her Jarl's morning blackwine.

She crouched down before the glowing embers and used the small shovel to scoop out the used ashes and bits of charred wood, pushing the hot coals into a pile and adding fresh kindling and dried grass. Lifting her hand to hold back the heavy silver-blonde hair, she blowed softly on the coals, watching as they glowed brighter and eagerly consumed the fresh fuel. Carefully laying two more logs onto the new flames, she waited to make sure the fire was strong and then went through the morning routine of preparing the blackwine, crushing the beans to just the right consistancy before adding them to boiling water. As the blackwine steeped, she cleaned her workspace and tidied up the kitchen, washing the few utensils that she had used and gathering up any dirty linen that she could find to do the laundry today.

She laid the basket of dirty clothes and linen by the door and then finished the blackwine, moving the kettle from the flames and settling it over the hot coals to stay hot. She knew here sister chy would prepare Him a cup when they both woke up, but if He woke first and came to the bakery, there would be another fresh kettle there as well for all the free to enjoy with the morning sun.  With a last look around the tidy cabin she picked up the basket of laundry and slipped quietly out the door.

She hummed quietly to herself as she walked through the damp grass to the bakery, balancing the basket of laundry on her hip. The sounds of the village joined in her song, the deep bellows of the bosk as they called impatiently to be milked, the vulo scratching and squawking as they battled over nesting rights and searched for lost grains of feed. Eager trills and chirps of birds blended into the melody to create a harmony of life; and as the last notes of her spontaneous song drifted away, she pushed open the doors of the bakery with her hip and moved to where the baskets of laundry were gathered in a cluster behind the kitchen wall, waiting to be cleaned.

She picked up each basket  and carried it outside, walking around to the back of building where the hand wagon was kept. She was grateful her Jarl was so creative and had built the wooden wagon for the bonds to pull the laundry to the river, rather than have to carry the baskets by hand in several trips.  After all the laundry was loaded she added the rest of the supplies - the jar of shaved soap flakes and the various scrub brushes that varied in size and courseness.  Nodding in satisfaction she left the wagon ready to be moved and made her way back into the bakery to prepare the morning meal and drinks. Selecting four kettles she filled each one with water and settled it over the fire to heat, one for blackwine, one for bazi tea, one for fresh dish water, and one more for scrubbing the floors.

She weaved her way through the kitchen selecting the supplies she would need for the morning meal - four, sugar, and salt, fresh eggs milk, butter and honey, and neatly laid them on one of the work tables. She made her way to the back of the kitchen where the meat was stored and selected a haunch of tarsk meat and another of tabuk and carried them back to her work area, settling them on a special table with an extra layer of wood on it that could be added or removed to prevent cuts as the meat was sliced.  She prepared the blackwine bean packet and added it to the now boiling water, and then ladled boiling water into the kettle with the bazi tea leaves, settling the bazi tea over the hearth where it would stay hot and ready for any that were in need of it.  Her quick mind keeping an eye on the brewing blackwine, she used a rep cloth to grasp the handle of another kettle of boiling water and carried it over to the sink, pouring it in carefully so that it did not splash and burn her creamy skin.

She tossed in a handful of soap flakes and added cold water, just enough to make the temperature tolerable. Scrubbing her hands well she dried them on a clean cloth which she then tucked into the leather cord she always kept snuggly around her waist. Moving once more to the fire, she removed the last kettle of boiling water and added another handful of soap flakes and poured it into a sturdy wooden bucket which she set to the side for later when she scrubbed the floors. As she went through the familiar routine of  preparing the day's supply of fresh sa-tarna bread she let her mind wander to images of her Jarl, strong and handsome as rose to greet His Great Spirit and seek blessings for the day.

She moved back to the brewing blackwine and stirred it well, making sure that it did not scorch and fished out the packet of beans, letting it drain over the kettle to catch every last, delicious drop. Tossing the used beans into the refuse bucket she moved the kettle from the flames and set it next to the bazi tea to remain hot.

She shaped the kneaded dough into the familiar round loaves and pushed them into the oven to bake and then used the chained kitchen knife to slice the tarsk into strips and the tabuk into thin steaks.  Pulling out two large skillets, she added meat and settled it over the grate to cook. Crouching down she rifled through the large variety of different bowls, and pulled out a medium sized one, and skillfully cracked two dozen vulo eggs into the bowl. Adding a dash of fresh milk, she used a wisk to whip the eggs into a creamy, frothy mixture and then pulled out a smaller frying pan. Adding a liberal amount of fresh bosk butter to the pan, she coated it well and then poured in the eggs, stirring them constantly so they cooked evenly and did not stick to the pan. Once they were cooked she removed them from the fire and poured them into a serving dish, covering them with a cloth to keep out any contaminants.

She flipped the meat over and watched as it sizzled in the pan and then lifted each piece one by one, letting the juices drain back into the pan. She laid them neatly on another platter and covered them as well, setting them next to the eggs so that the girls could serve the free as needed.  She cleaned the kitchen and then swept the floors, removing all traces of dust and dirt and then scrubbed the floors  working her way out the door and then tossing out the old water behind the buildings and setting the bucket against the wall.

Prepares Chieftain's Cabin for Departure (26 March)

[19:14]  ℂℓy (clysa.dragoone) sighs softly, as steelyeyes blinking, waking slowly, cly gazes about the dimness wiithin her Jarl's cabin. Today was the day. Her Jarl returned a few days ago and met with the Village council. It was decided, that they would be seeking out lusher lands then that of the 'Mark, to prosper on.
Stretching as she rises, cly noticee her Jarl had slipped out before dawn, not dsturbing her. No doubt he was at the docks, speaking to the captain and preparing the serpent to sail that day. Going to the fireplace, she added some more log to the dying ambers. It was early spring and the air still holds a chill to it. As the cabin starts to warm, she starts to gather her Jarl's clothesand belongings, placing them into the chests along side the wall.

Opening the door after some time, when cly finished packing her Jarl's belongings, she moves to the great stoe couch, strips it of the furs and blankets. Taking them out t hang upon the clothes line to air out before the too go into a trunk. Returning back inside she fetches
[19:14]  ℂℓy (clysa.dragoone): a broom from the corner and stats to sweep outthe gathering dust, humming softly as she works.
Seeing that she was almost finished, cly went back out to fetch the furs and blankets. Folding and rolling them, she adds themto the final chests in the corner. Smiling, she nods slightly before sitting by the fireplace, awaiting for the dockhands to arrive, to let them know about the chests and what else that needs to be sent to the docks to be loaded up into the serpent.
As they came, cly heads out to see what else needs doing before they all head out that day. Turning she hurries to fetch a basket to gather up some last larmas to add to the supplies before they leave Rondvik to head to their new home and start a new beginning.
Noir Avenir.