Post by Solveig on May 2, 2010 11:42:02 GMT -5
But a Free Woman of Torvaldsland can come close...
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~Solveig rises from her seat, after engaging in a rather... enlightening and irritating discussion with her business partner, Alginon. Gathering long skirts in her fists, she walks across the room, her brow slightly furrowed, pale green gaze narrowed slightly, displaying the fit of pique she's experiencing, long skirts swishing with each brisk step.
We've had Guests in the Tavern all week, and there is plenty to do, and the lazy slut decides to just stay hidden?
~Solveig mutters under her breath, the slight furrow in her brow as she considers the conversation a dangerous thing, indeed... She places a kettle of water on the hook over the coals, and turns away from the hearth with a slight "hmph" of annoyance, as she sorts the dishes on the counter which need to be washed, the business of the Tavern not halting regardless..
"A slave who dedicates herself to the service and pleasure of you and Lady Solveig and to those who visit or call the channel home", she said...
~Solveig adds a half-tef of soap flakes to the basin, and fetches the kettle which has begun to steam, not unlike the Lady herself... wrapping her hands in a quilted cloth to prevent injury, she carries the kettle to the basin and streams the hot water in with care, filling the basin slightly More than half-full..... the same with the rinse basin.....
"If I am going to be late I will try to do my best to send a message saying I will be late, why and the time I hope to be on,", she said...
~Solveig adds more water to the kettle and replaces it on the hearth, flinging the hotpads into the basket with a little more emphasis than is perhaps strictly necessary, as she turns and storms back to the sink..... adding some cool water, she swirls the water, and fills the sink with some of the dishes which she begins to scrub vehemently... cursing under her breath as she works
"I beg the chance to bring pleasure to the Free through service, to wear the collar of the home,", she said...
~Solveig works swiftly, water splashing from the sink from time to time as she jams the dishes into the basin, scrubbing furiously, each unwashed dish adding to her anger, the line on her brow deepening ehn by ehn... the stack of clean dishes growing incrementally, as the job gets done, because it has to be...
"Don't make me sorry", Alginon warned her...
~Solveig turns as she places the last tankard upside down on the drain board, and she slams her fist onto the counter, her booted foot stomping, as well... pale green gaze sparkling with the irritation which is simmering so very close to the surface... a soft growl heard as the Lady wipes the counter dry, pulling the drain-cord and letting the dirty water out of the basins...
"I will not, Master.", she said. And yet.... where is she? Perusing the forums? Hanging out on Yahoo? Certainly not tending to the tasks which make a home.. or business... comfortable and productive..
~Solveig rips the apron off and hangs it back up on the hook, drying her hands on the damp fabric, then turning, hands on her hips as she surveys the Tavern, chewing her lower lip as she considers, and then with a brief glance at the pole in the corner of the room, her meaning very, very clear, she turns and storms off to the office, slamming the door behind her, leaving a note pinned to the outside...
joanne{ST} you are to report to Alginon by the end of the day TODAY. (this has been forwarded to email as well)
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~Solveig rises from her seat, after engaging in a rather... enlightening and irritating discussion with her business partner, Alginon. Gathering long skirts in her fists, she walks across the room, her brow slightly furrowed, pale green gaze narrowed slightly, displaying the fit of pique she's experiencing, long skirts swishing with each brisk step.
We've had Guests in the Tavern all week, and there is plenty to do, and the lazy slut decides to just stay hidden?
~Solveig mutters under her breath, the slight furrow in her brow as she considers the conversation a dangerous thing, indeed... She places a kettle of water on the hook over the coals, and turns away from the hearth with a slight "hmph" of annoyance, as she sorts the dishes on the counter which need to be washed, the business of the Tavern not halting regardless..
"A slave who dedicates herself to the service and pleasure of you and Lady Solveig and to those who visit or call the channel home", she said...
~Solveig adds a half-tef of soap flakes to the basin, and fetches the kettle which has begun to steam, not unlike the Lady herself... wrapping her hands in a quilted cloth to prevent injury, she carries the kettle to the basin and streams the hot water in with care, filling the basin slightly More than half-full..... the same with the rinse basin.....
"If I am going to be late I will try to do my best to send a message saying I will be late, why and the time I hope to be on,", she said...
~Solveig adds more water to the kettle and replaces it on the hearth, flinging the hotpads into the basket with a little more emphasis than is perhaps strictly necessary, as she turns and storms back to the sink..... adding some cool water, she swirls the water, and fills the sink with some of the dishes which she begins to scrub vehemently... cursing under her breath as she works
"I beg the chance to bring pleasure to the Free through service, to wear the collar of the home,", she said...
~Solveig works swiftly, water splashing from the sink from time to time as she jams the dishes into the basin, scrubbing furiously, each unwashed dish adding to her anger, the line on her brow deepening ehn by ehn... the stack of clean dishes growing incrementally, as the job gets done, because it has to be...
"Don't make me sorry", Alginon warned her...
~Solveig turns as she places the last tankard upside down on the drain board, and she slams her fist onto the counter, her booted foot stomping, as well... pale green gaze sparkling with the irritation which is simmering so very close to the surface... a soft growl heard as the Lady wipes the counter dry, pulling the drain-cord and letting the dirty water out of the basins...
"I will not, Master.", she said. And yet.... where is she? Perusing the forums? Hanging out on Yahoo? Certainly not tending to the tasks which make a home.. or business... comfortable and productive..
~Solveig rips the apron off and hangs it back up on the hook, drying her hands on the damp fabric, then turning, hands on her hips as she surveys the Tavern, chewing her lower lip as she considers, and then with a brief glance at the pole in the corner of the room, her meaning very, very clear, she turns and storms off to the office, slamming the door behind her, leaving a note pinned to the outside...
joanne{ST} you are to report to Alginon by the end of the day TODAY. (this has been forwarded to email as well)
