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A She Urt in Besnitt
Friday, February 11th, 2011[08:54] Fianah Mistwood walks to the wall and smiles and nods lifting her hand as well. “Oi Tal there sir.” She sinks down on the ground settling in rubbing at some grime on the back of her hand with a smirk. “How are ya today?”
[08:56] Fianah Mistwood reaches into the bag and pulls out a bit of poor man’s bread, she looks down at it and breaks off the moldy bits and pitches them down the way for the Urts to eat and then bites into it her eye wincin as she chews the hard tak
[08:58] Fianah Mistwood grumbles and looks at him. “Who am I gonna get clean fer? Someone gonna take me home dust me up?” She laughs loudly and shakes her head. “Nahhhh thanks t hough.” She goes back to ganawing on the hard tack. “I ai n’t got nufin no one is intrested in.”
[09:00] Fianah Mistwood looks down the alleyway and flinds a stone in her bread and she moves the stone around in her mouth and spits it out with great skill and acuracy raching a finger into the back of her mouth to dislodge somet hing, she pulls back her finger and looks at it and then looks at yoroki with apuzzle expression.
[09:01] Fianah Mistwood shrugs and nods. “Fia, that’s it nothin fancy.” She bites into her hard tack again. “Just havin somfin to eat before I move on.”
[09:04] Fianah Mistwood wipes some crumbs off her lips and loks down at her grimy hand and starts to lick up the crums hungrly
Snatched away
Friday, February 11th, 2011The quiet of the docks can still be dangerous. Getting lost in reading only to realize there is a Master towering over, demanding this girl to come with him. Eyeing the bell that now seemed so out of reach as she is guided to the ship, eyes despareatly searching the empty docks. Lips open to yell, but what words to shout… the quiet seemed almost deafening to her. His stern eyes upon her as he tosses coins to the Captain, pointing to a destination on the map. She having no idea what their destination was, as fearful eyes watch the docks pull away into the distance. Arriving a bit later at a cold and snowy dock. Yanked from the boat, she scurries to keep up, eyes flickering about her at the foreign surroundings. Walking through the cold seemed to last for ages as they weaved from one path to another. Her mind trying to memorize her surroundings, to prepare for a quick escape should she have the chance. Hoping foolishly that he would not secure her in such a way that escape would be difficult, if not impossible.
She listens, with fear, to his words as she kneels before the Master in his home. Happy to be away from the cold but anxious and fearful at his claims and wish of her ownership. Her mind races from here to there… considering his words to her. Dark eyes studying the room about her, for any possibility of escape. Scowling down to her hands, her thoughts scolding… ‘Foolish girl… for allowing the opportunity to be stolen. Now here you sit, plotting an escape from this cold place instead of kneeling on a warm dock among scrolls. Surely not to be found pleasing by your Master and Mistress upon their discovery that you are now missing. Foolish girl… now think of something!’
bree, slave of Zar, warrior of Besnitt
Kitty cleans the floor
Wednesday, February 9th, 2011kitty awakes on this sunny day with a smile on her face, feeling joy to be in this city, being allowed to serve and have fun with her sisters. Then she remembers her daily chores and that she has to clean today the city floors. Its the first time that she has to do this and she does not know exactly what is meant. She walks upstairs to inspect the city.
As she stands at the stairhead she gasps: “That is unbelievable that one slave must clean all the floors here in the city. She will need two days to do it properly.” She walks through the city to measure with help of her little feet the extent. As she looks helplessly around, her eyes catch an old bakery paddle standing in the corner of the bakery that is no longer usable because the handle is broken. She takes it with her to the tearoom and takes the sharp knife that still lays on the counter and starts to cut four round discs off the handle. The rest of it she cuts into two halfs.
kitty bites her lower lips as she thinks hard how she can put all the things together, suddenly she remembers what she has seen when cleaning the trade store. So she runs to the docks with all the stuff and laughs as she finds some nails and a hammer in the corner behind the spice barrels. She fastens the wooden cross bars under the paddel and then at the end of each bar she fastens the round wooden discs. She looks very concentrated as she works and the tip of her rosy tongue licks the right corner of her mouth. ((dont ask how i did that or if it will work :)) ))
Her eyes glisten and her heart beats fast as she walks outside to the docks and places the rolling board on the planks. She steps with one foot on it and with the other foot she pushes, and …..Whoopee !!! Get a move on!! Her laughter fills the air and scares the sea gulls who start to scream even louder.
Then she hurries to the city and takes a broom, stands on the skating board as she rolls over the city floors, sweeping them clean. Then she places buckets filled with fresh water at several corners of the city, binds a big rag round the broom and dips it in the bucket, then again she rolls over the city floors, mopping them and singing sailor songs, at each corner she washes the broom covered with a rag in one of the buckets she has placed there and mops a new section.
As she has cleaned all the city floors she rolls a lap of honour on her board as she smiles brightly how funny this chore was.
Kitty cleaned the inn – all levels
Thursday, February 3rd, 2011kitty walks through the empty city to the inn, her naked body shivers in the cold morning breeze but the air is fresh and clear and she inhales deep and enjoys the beauty of nature. As she enters the inn she looks around what she will have to clean today. She inspects all three levels and takes the cleaning utensils that are needed for a housecleaning.
She begins at the upper level and collects all the furs and places them outside on the docks to beat them later. Then she airs the beds and dusts all the furniture in the rooms with fresh rep clothes. She works top-down and nearly pants from climbing the stairs. Then she takes a bucket filled with water from the near by bath, soap flakes, a scrub brush, and a rep cloth.
She drops gracefully to her knees and sprinkles some soap flakes on the floor, she dunks the brush into the bucket and sloshes out a bit of water onto the floor. with a smile, she begins to softly sing as she scrubs. Kitty’s arms continue to work the brush to and fro across the floor, her body glistening both from the work and the water. she pushes the bubbles this way and that, rinsing the dirt from the brush every so often, pushing her red mane back over her shoulders.
She cleans the floors on all levels thiroughly, moving outward from the middle in a circle, as her song continues, her body moves to an unheard music.. sometimes fast and exciting.. at others slow and enticing.. and yet, at others sad and depressing.. the girl works away the time.
As the floors on all levels are clean she carries the bucket outside and with a “splash” kitty rinses out the bucket, washes out the brush and the rep, and returns them to their places. She still sings her heart out as she works.. expressing all the love, joy, and pleasure she feels at being allowed to serve in such a wonderful city.
Then she beats the rugs, places them back and makes the beds, fluffing them up and placing them nicely back so that the rooms will please the eyes of the Free. Brushing soft curls from her face she gazes about the now cleaned rooms and with a bright smile she turns and leaves the inn wakling back to the kennel.