Re: cleaning the supply wagon
(05/11/12 14:27:32 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~W~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
: enters the lands of the Tuchuk
(05/11/12 14:43:14 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~W~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: ( in the supply wagon ) muttering and snarling the place was a mess many items upset and over turned shaking this girls raven locks the dampness of her exertsion having dragged all the sacks of sa-tarna flour onto the plateform waddling grunting and struggling rippling arm muscles struggling with the heavy loand shuffling along the floor in the end coughing and spluttering as one sack burst open drenching nar in flour moaning aiieee noooo slumping down face with a palor of flour hair streaked like an elderly
(05/11/12 14:51:12 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~W~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: (in the supply wagon ) well not good now cleaning up thinking will get worse before better as the ghostly nar spins around ducking under the canvas entering the wagon the brilliant sun shine on her back crouching down picking up canister and jars wipeing each on carefully of traveling dust and replacing in the order making sure none were damaged and had to be used now instead of spoiling ... slowly making my way down the first aisle clucking and tuttering
(05/11/12 15:07:13 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~W~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: broom in hand sweeping the shelf as best she could wishing for a stool and looking around aww a wooden crate running to it leaning over grunting groaning tugging to the end stepping up awww much better sretching up on tip toes replacing three jars of preserved pears in a syrup looking at them with care smacking my lips thinking how good these would taste with whipped cream or in a custard tart mewing wishing she had paid more attention to Mothers cooking instructions when growing up aww well have to ask now ...grinning ... finers shoving the jars back in the shelf next was a caniters of dried herbs every grateful the Mother and Father for allowing nar to attend classes with brother and learn schooling read writing and math wrinkling her nose that was ever a weak area leaning over showing off the floured twin moons giggling if anyone now saw her scooping up the canisters reading the labels setting on the shelf that was designated for herbs and spices placing alphabetical order nodding the wooden crate serving as a stool for her petite vertically challenged body
(05/11/12 15:19:48 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~W~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: (in the supply wagon ) moving down the aisle sweeping the shelves wipping down remiving the traveling dust and a think coating of flour nar wove along setting the shelves to right toes dancing hopping from one foot to the other piouretting spinning around singing at the top of her sweet melidious voice occassionally coughing at the dust waving her hands blinking eyes creating a dust storm of her own making .... finally the shelves were now once again in order small sacks of dried fruit canister with dried herbs and spices candles once again neat stacked in the box having tumbled and rolled all over the wagon floor small bags of dried veggies and smiling at a crate of kalana wine that had survived the rough terrain now it was the bottom shelf that held the grains for bread gurel and black wine ... armed once again with the broom wrinkling this girl's dry caked nose sweeping out the mess and dust to the door way coughing loudly rubbing eyes giggling wondering what must look like now well was better and not as smelly as when she fell in a bosk pancake giggles
(05/11/12 15:25:33 ) nar rakasa : enters the lands of the Tuchuk
(05/11/12 15:26:33 ) Anonymous : oppsss what happened there ??
(05/11/12 15:28:39 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~W~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
: ((wonders if am here as lost my post )
(05/11/12 15:38:37 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~W~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: (in supply wagon ) armed with the broom attacking the traveling dust and messes gratefull was now as big a lose as was prepared at first sweeping vigoriously creating my own dust storm wrinkling now dust caked dried perky button nose down each aisle gathering the mess to the door way crouching down low even lifting the bottom shelves and sweeping inder nodding wanting to do a thorough job this was we could perhaps manage till the end of summer just sweeping the aisle and then once again lifting the bottom shelves and clean under neath ... nodding her head as the last aisle pile was gathered at the door way with a decisive sweep scuttling the grime from the plateform off down the side the grass soaking up smeared in flour ...giggling brushing side to side the plateform amking sure no residue of flour remained except oin this girl leaning proped on the brooms handle looking out across the grassy plain smiling at the swaying dancing growing grasses smatterd with colour of wild flowers
(05/11/12 15:46:41 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~W~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: (In the supply wagon ) turning my head hearing the soft lowling of the bosk grazing contently stretching to see the Out Rider that was whistling to the beasts but was to far away to discern whom it was placing the broom at the door way exchanging for the mop and bucket holding warm suds water striding back into the wagon end of first aisle dunking the mop in twice swishing around sloppily leaning over letting the mop drip at first twisting and squeezing out the excess water ... pushing the bucket back to the side and behind me mopping the floor back and forth even under the shelving her body dancing and swaying streaked white hair sweeping the showing twin moons as the tunic inched up higher with her movement down along the first aisle dunking the mop and squeezing washing the floor next aisle and the third aisle and finally making way out backwards to the wagon's plateform standing up right and stratching letting out a moan
(05/11/12 16:06:41 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~W~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: sighing rubbing this girls face she was tired now and once the floor was dried slithering down sitting on the top step rocking back and forth relishing this moment in the sun groaning hearing this girls belly revolt growling it's hungers having only eaten a small portion of the gruel this day now she was famished and wondered what was cooking ...tilting back her streaked head sniffing ummm smells like vulo curry spiced stew smacking her lips yummy ummm katch with cheese melt moans thinking perhaps she could sneak over and scare all being floured giggles at my impishness turning and sprawling lay stretched out on the plateform pressing this girl worm back into the sunwarmed floor boards looking up at the perfect blue sky smiling hearing a soft voice singing somehwere in camp rolling over on her belly creeping sliding along the floor into the open door way peeking in seeing the floor was now all dry
(05/11/12 16:26:27 )
~ nar rakasa~ {Razi-AA}~W~
* Plains of Southern Gor, Tuchuk, ROG *
[TUCHUK]
-=Cooking Fires=-
Where slaves prepare food and drink.
says to ALL: (At the supply wagon ) jumping up stepping inside peeking down each aisle nodding yes all dried dashing back out side inching and wiggling each sack of flour back inside and repacing on the clean shelf making sure the ones to used first placed at the front .grunting muttering her sinewy slender arms now aching dusting hand when those sacks were done rolling the barrels or oil back inside heaving up groaning and once again replacing in their appointed spot next was boxes of what this girl did not know dragging shuffling backwards down the second aisle lifting onto the shelf standing up hands on hips panting breathing deeply .... there were was three chests locked but looked to contain clothiing into the third aisle and two more sacks of once of onions and other of pumkins and nets bags to be hung up with peas pepper mushrooms and beans smiling carefully on tip toes hanging back up keeping them aired .... finally all was back stowed away inside nodding her approval this was not a job done and slowly camp was taking shape strdiing out of the supply wagon unhitching the canvas flap lacing secruely to keep the beasts and bugs out standing on the top step tossing her head forward long flowing mane sweeping the ground in front of her raking fingers through the thick lush usually silky raven mane shaking her whole body flour sprinkling the ground giggling well some had come out tossing back her head thinking on way to bathe would sneak into the cooking fires and grab something ..
