Post by joanne on May 4, 2010 3:18:28 GMT -5
joanne{ST} steps quietly into the tavern, stepping to the side of the door as she lowers to her knees and whispers softly.
<joanne{ST}> Greetings, Lady.
~Solveig-Office opens the door to the office and looks out, noting the greeting....
joanne{ST} unfolds her slender limbs and moves into the kitchen. Filling a bucket with warm water and vingear before collecting a broom, a bottle with oil and several rags, with a soft step she moves into the main room of the tavern and sets the bucket and other items down on a low table. Taking the broom firmly in her hand she moves the furs into a pile at the sides of the room.
<~Solveig-Office> I am busy working on the agenda for this afternoon's meeting. You have mail... and you know what is expected of you. I recommend you tend to your chores while I am working on this
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Lady.
~Solveig-Office leaves the door to the office open, but returns to Her desk, Her attention only marginally divided as she tends to Her responsibilities...
joanne{ST} hums softly as she dances the broom over the stone floor, collecting the sweepings into a pile in the middle of the room as the fine bristles of the broom almost lovingly caress the stone. Brown eyes glancing into each corner after moving the broom into their depths to collect any hidden dust urt.
joanne{ST} quickly reads a notice on the board and moves onto with the broom, a quick twist of her wrist causing it to jump and glide around the legs of the lower tables as the bristles collect the dust...glancing up to Lady Solveig she leans the broom onto the table and hurries quickly into the kitchen.
joanne{ST} draws the mug of the Lady from the shelf, moving to the fire she quietly ladels some of the rich and bitter liquid that the Lady favours into the mug. With a quick step she moves to the office, the black wine cradled lightly in dainty fingers as she knocks softly on the door.
joanne{ST} slips into the office and leaves the black wine on the side of the desk for the Lady before turning and hurrying back to the tsk of sweeping. Taking up the broom she hums softly as the bristles again glide smoothly over the stone, brown eyes flickering nervously to the rooms of Master Alginon.
joanne{ST} returns the broom to the kitchen and takes up a small broom and shovel, quickly sweeping the pile into the shovel she tosses it into the waste bin.
joanne{ST} places the small broom and shovel back in their place and dances a few steps through the main room of the tavern, long strands of hair swirling around her as she twirls and falls laughing onto the pile of furs. Rising with a quick bounce to her feet she heaves the first sets of furs over her shoulders and carries them back to their respective locations, setting them down...
joanne{ST} hums softly as she straightens out the furs making them as comfortable as possible for the Free, collecting the last sets she brings them close to a long table tossing them over a bank that runs the length of the table, laughing with delight as wicked thoughts fill her mind.
joanne{ST} hums softly as she moves to the low table containing the bucket of water and the cloths, taking up a rep cloth of rougher weave and drowning it in the water, she wringes the excessive water out before moving to the first table and wiping it down. Hearing the call from outside she dashes out quickly to chase the children from the vulos.
joanne{ST}911 steps back into the tavern and moves to the table, mumbling something along the lines of children who need to be in bed at this time of night. Taking up the cloth she finishes the table with a practiced ease and moves onto the next table.
joanne{ST} hums a song that has been haunting her thoughts all day as she moves from table to table wiping the smooth wooden surface down. Stepping quietly into the kitchen she takes down an older goblet and pours water into it, drinking quickly from the cup before returning to wipe down the last tables.
joanne{ST} laughs at the antics of the children outside the tavern and moves out to chase them off again before they both any guests of the home. Squealing as they tackle and tickle her.
joanne{ST} is now known as joanne{ST}911
~Solveig-Office glances up now and again, an appraising look in her eyes as she taps the end of her pen against her lips, then returns her attention to the very important paperwork on her desk joanne{ST}911 slips back in, leaving the squeals of children behind her as she hurries to finish with the tables. Dropping the cloth into the bucket she takes up a rep cloth of finer weave and the small bottle of oil, noting that most of the tables are still well oiled she moves to the table near the furs of Master Alginon. Adding a small amount of oil to the cloth,
<joanne{ST}> I am sorry that I have to run off at times Lady, the children are being rather demanding and getting ready for bed.
joanne{ST} works the oil into the fine grain of the wood with steady circles of the cloth, occassionally adding a new drop of oil to the cloth as she works her way over the surface of the table.
joanne{ST} sings softly, her brown eyes concentrating on the table as she continues to caress the smooth curface with the soft cloth. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she peeks to the door, listening for the children for a moment before returning her focus to the table.
joanne{ST} moves to the table in the near of the furs of Lady Solveig, humming softly as she adds several drops of oil to the cloth and moves the cloth over the dark wood. Hands practiced and light in the task as she glances intently at the table, almost wishing she could wriggle her nose like the slave in the tale from Ar.
<~Solveig-Office> ~glancing up from the desk~ If you get oil on my new snow-larl pelts, I will personally beat you until you can't even beg for me to stop.
<joanne{ST}> I will take care, Lady.
joanne{ST} shudders as a soft whimper leaves her lips, focusing on the task of oiling the table.
<joanne{Lady, may I ask what colour you wear?
joanne{ST} peeks up to the office of Lady Solveig and returns to oiling the table, trembling softly as she takes the greatest care with the oil.
<~Solveig-Office> Normally? Royal blue, red, dark green, black, brown, or grey. It just depends.
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Lady.
<joanne{ST}> May I ask what your caste is?
~Solveig-Office blinks
joanne{ST} smiles as she blushes.
<~Solveig-Office> I'm of Torvaldsland. We do not recognize castes in the North.
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Lady. Thank you.
<joanne{ST}> May I ask how you have been?
joanne{ST} finishes the table of the Lady and sighs as she moves away, not a drop to be found on the furs. Collecting the bucket and cloths she moves back to the kitchen, her step again light, brown eyes glancing to the rooms of Master Alginon as she remembers the words of Lady Solveig. Pouring the water from the bucket she tosses the cloths into the basket.
<~Solveig-Office> I've been extraordinarily busy. Especially as we've had Guests lately.
joanne{ST} returns the oil to its place and turns the bucket so that it may dry, taking a larging 'filing system' with her she moves to the doors of Master Alginon...pausing.
<joanne{ST}> I have been working extra hours to relieve my days somewhat so that I can be only more often in the future. I now have less things to do in the evening and on Monday and Friday afternoons, so I can be in the home atleast three times a week.
<~Solveig-Office> Take it up with Alginon, joanne.
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Lady.
joanne{ST} steps into the rooms of Master Alginon, moving through the room she quickly collects the discarded robes and clothing, tossing it to the basket in the corner. Collecting the toweling and bed covers from the bed she drops them also into the basket, seeing a variety of scrolls connected to the work of Master Alginon she collects them and places them onto the shelves.
joanne{ST} Takes the basket of clothing to the wash area and places it down for later, collecting the broom and a fresh bucket of water and vingear, dropping a rep cloth into the warm water before hurrying back into the room, leaving the door wide open and throwing the shutters of the windows wide open to allow the room to air.
joanne{ST} takes down new linens from the closet and makes the bed with a practiced ease, her training in the last weeks seeing her move with a comfortable ease around the room as she places various personal items and other somewhat miscellaneous items back into their places. With a light step she moves over the chains and ropes of Master Alginon, carefully collecting them together.
joanne{ST} places the chains and other items into a small chest near the edge of the bed, humming as she draws the dust cover over the blanket and folds it carefully before placing it at the foot of the bed.
joanne{ST} sweeps up a number of plates, drinking vessels and other utensils onto a tray and carries them down into the kitchen, sighing softly as she listens to the soft song of the birds in the distance, the sound of laughter and talking floating into the tavern on the evening breeze.
joanne{ST} returns into the room with a set of dusting rags, moving around the room she wipes the dust from the various surfaces and items found around the rooms, taking care with the fragile items and scrolls.
joanne{ST} wipes down the tharlarion oil lamp with the rag and the side table beside the bed, with a quick step she moves into the private office of Master Alginon and wipes down the desk, tiding scrolls back into the shelves and making notes to new ink and parchment to the list of items to be purchased.
&Alginon storms into the Inn, kicks open the door to his chambers and premptorily drags joanne out into the Inn proper by her hair
joanne{ST} cries out as sne struggles to maintain her balance.
&Alginon growls and throws joanne against the nearest wall
~Solveig-Office looks up from her desk at the commotion, and rises to her feet, walking around the desk, her arms crossing in front of her as she leans against the door jamb, not wanting to get in the path of her Partner, a quizzical cant to one eyebrow...
joanne{ST} umpfs as she crashes against the wall, scampering to get to her feet and move out of reach of Master Alginon, terror in her eyes.
Solveig-Office is now known as Solveig
<&Alginon> did I tell you that you could stand, you ungrateful little twit?
<joanne{ST}> No, Master.
joanne{ST} drops to her knees.
<&Alginon> and should you ever try to get out of my reach again I will simply hamstring you
<&Alginon> then you can't go ANYWHERE
~Solveig walks quietly to her chair and takes a seat, adjusting the skirts of her kirtles with studied indifference, before glancing back up, observing....
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
joanne{ST} crawls to the feet of Master Alginon.
<&Alginon> with the exception of yesterday, you ass has not been seen in this channel; and I have not heard from you all week
<&Alginon> before your collaring, you saw fit to find the time to talk to me nearly every day
<&Alginon> putting it lightly, I am less than pleased
<&Alginon> and when I am displeased....
<joanne{ST}> Master, I have been working extra hours to clear my week up so that I can be on more often.
&Alginon grabs joanne by her hair, lifts her off her knees, and belts her across the face
joanne{ST} cries out, tears springing to her eyes.
&Alginon backhands joanne harder, allowing her to drop to the floor
joanne{ST} cries as she scrambles back to her knees, body trembling as her eyes lower fearfully.
<&Alginon> and how am I supposed to know that
<&Alginon> or how is Solveig supposed to know that
<&Alginon> your Skype, from what I hear, says you have computer problems; but that does not keep you, it seems, from collarme or yahoo
<&Alginon> and if you are working so many extra hours, how are you finding time for collarme but NOT where you are supposed to be
<joanne{ST}> I have been logged into the computer in the morning for a few moments and not turning it off when I leave.
<&Alginon> strange you haven't done that before
&Alginon grabs joanne's collar in his fist and lifts her from the floor
<joanne{ST}> I have often done that Master.
<&Alginon> not from what I've seen
<&Alginon> do you WANT this collar or not
<joanne{ST}> I want it Master.
<&Alginon> I am beginning to seriously doubt that
&Alginon drops joanne carelessly to the floor
joanne{ST} flinches as she impacts with the floor.
joanne{ST} watches Master Alginon, brown eyes fearful flickering between the floor and his feet.
<&Alginon> you were warned from the beginning that I would not tolerate any bullshit, girl
<&Alginon> disappearing for nearly a week is not acceptable
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
<&Alginon> next time you pull a stunt like this, you can stay gone for a month
<&Alginon> IF you are permitted to keep that collar
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
~Solveig leans back, crossing one leg over the other, one foot tapping the floor lightly as she watches, her hands resting quietly in her lap.
<&Alginon> obviously you cannot be trusted to keep your given schedule on your own
<&Alginon> Solveig, change this girl's schedule...she must be here every fucking day
<~Solveig> Yes, Alginon.
<&Alginon> I don't care if it's only for a half hour or an hour
<&Alginon> every goddamn day
joanne{ST} pales as she hears the words of Master Alginon.
<&Alginon> and the log of your time here will be posted in the "Chores" section of the website
<&Alginon> and you'd best be keeping busy; either serving, or working
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
<&Alginon> I am absolutely disgusted with you, girl
joanne{ST} flinches inwardly.
<&Alginon> until you have redeemed yourself, you will not have the privilege of entering my chambers; I will hire a kettle girl to come clean my chambers
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
&Alginon sighs
<&Alginon>and you are too stupid, it seems, to recognize just how much of a punishment that is
&Alginon shrugs
<&Alginon> perhaps I overestimated your intelligence
<joanne{ST}> I am aware of it Master. I did not see any use in begging and pleading for mercy in that area.
<&Alginon> it just so happens that as it is coming onto planting season I had a large tub of tharlarion droppings delivered for fertilizer, and it needs separating into small pots; and of course you will use your hands, there is no need to dirty a tool
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
<&Alginon> now get busy
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
joanne{ST} springs to her feet, dashing outside into the garden, she looks to the large delivery and whimpers softly as she collects the first of the pots, setting them near the droppings. Counting the pots she is careful not to over look any, she works a quick calculation in her mind to work out roughly how much is to go into each pot.
<&Alginon> SLOWER, miserable girl
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
~Solveig snorts as she rises to her feet, disappearing into her chambers for a moment..... Stepping back through the heavy, banded door, she closes it securely and walks to the hearth which dominates the right side of the room, a bundle wrapped in paper tucked into the crook of her arm...
joanne{ST} whimpers softly, tears still falling from her eyes. Setting the pots out in a row before she carefully measures the first handful into each pot, adding extra droppings as needed to the pots. Not daring to glance into the tavern, she carries a pot to the side, placing it ready for planting.
~Solveig tears the paper, and tugs it free, crumpling the paper and tossing it into the flames, where it flares up, then swiftly disappears... in her hands she holds a thin, supple switch, and a thin, supple leather strap.... she places the items on the mantlepiece, almost as if on display, then steps back a moment....
joanne{ST} moves the couple of pots to the row, each awaiting the seeds and cuttings to comes, yelps softly as she chances a glance to the tavern and sees the switch. Moving back and forth with the pots she sets them in rows. Eyes dancing nervously around as she brings the next pots to the pile of droppings, spreading them in a row.
~Solveig walks to the Garden door, wrinkling her nose in distaste at the crumbled droppings which litter the cobblestones... lifting her skirts well away from the debris, she comments casually to the slut labouring in the garden...
<joanne{ST}> May I please be permitted to bring the youngest to bed?
<&Alginon> yes
<joanne{ST}> Thank you, Master.
<~Solveig> joanne, I recommend you think long and hard before you choose to disregard the rules of this Home again. I was shopping and came across some items that reminded me of you... I've put them on the mantle for you to inspect, when you have finished tending to the chore Alginon's set for you .
~Solveig retakes her seat and works on some needlework, her attention span shot for working on any more business paperwork for the time being
<joanne{ST}afk> Yes, Mistress.
<joanne{ST}afk> May I return please?
<&Alginon> yes
<joanne{ST}afk> Thank you, Master.
<&Alginon> joanne, read the rules more carefully
joanne{ST} returns her attention to the pile of droppings, using small hands to measure the dropping...
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
joanne{ST} drops her head for a moment, before shaking it and returning the task before her, adding two handfuls to each pot, making sure that the limps are more finely broken up as she adds each handful. Glancing over the pots, brown eyes looking to the contents, adding a small handful to this pot and that one.
joanne{ST} carries the pots to the other ones, placing them in rows. Humming softly as she gazes thoughtfully to the pots for a moment, shaking herself out of her thoughts she moves to the other finished pots and places them in the rows. Stepping over the ground she realises how futile it is to try and dodge the droppings.
&Alginon wanders over to joanne's sleeping place and removes the mat and repcloth blanket
&Alginon returns to his chair, "inadvertently" dropping the blanket into the fire
joanne{ST} whimpers softly as she collects the next pile of pots and sets them out ready for the dung, eyes lowered as she kneels so she can no longer look into the tavern. Measuring the droppings into the pots she keeps her attention focused on the task, forcing herself to clear her mind as she works.
joanne{ST} measures two handfuls of dung into each pot, finding a pattern at the task she allows herself to relax as she works, the smell fading slowly from her mind as her pale skin darkens with the unavoidable covering of dung.
<&Alginon> oh and joanne? you won't be bathing for.....a week
and wrinkles her nose.
joanne is now known as joanne{ST}
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
joanne{ST} shudders and returns to the task at hand.
<&Alginon> she wants to act like shit, she can smell like it
joanne{ST} pauses a moment, glancing for a moment to Master Alginon, anger flashing briefly in her eyes before she hurries to the pots and droppings. Small hands filling the pots with the droppings.
<~Solveig> She is *not* sleeping in my Tavern smelling like dung, nor serving Our Guests that way... I'll arrange for a cage to be put out behind the garden shed, if that meets with your approval, Alginon? Certainly there's enough work out there to keep her busy.
<&Alginon> that's strike 2
<&Alginon> true
joanne{ST} whimpers softly as she whispers softly.
<joanne{ST}> Please, Master, I beg mercy, please show mercy.
<&Alginon> you are still alive, and still collared
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master. Thank you for showing mercy.
<&Alginon> I warned you that when I land on you, it would be hard, and you would NOT like it
<&Alginon> you had to test me
<&Alginon> congratulations
joanne{ST} moves with a nervous grace, eyes lowered respectfully as she returns her attention to the task, trembling as she adds the next handfuls of dung to the pots, tears falling quietly from her eyes.
joanne{ST} whispers words taught to her by Lady Solveig months before, her hands moving with a quick and measured motion as she adds handful after handful of dung to the pots, raising to carry them to the rows of finished pots, her step light and graceful as she carries her body straight, eyes lowered to the ground as she moves.
<joanne{ST}> Master, may I pm please?
<&Alginon> yes
<joanne{ST}> Thank you, Master.
~Solveig pinches the bridge of her nose and frowns slightly, then sips some more tea
joanne{ST} slips quietly back to the task assigned her, brown eyes downcast as she lowers to kneel before the pots, hands measuring handful after handful of droppings into the pots, two handsfuls per pot, with the occassional third handful. Breaking up each handful before allowing it to fall into the pot she hums softly, her body straight, hair hanging loosely over her back.
joanne{ST} rises elegantly to her feet, two pots in hands as she moves to add them to the rows of pots ready and waiting for planting. Looking over her shoulder to the tavern, she whimpers softly and returns to collect more pots, moving with a flowing grace as she brings the pots to the rows.
<&Alginon> joanne, melodrama makes me ever so faintly nauseous
<&Alginon> stop it
joanne{ST} collects more empty pots and spreads them around her, kneeling as she pauses.
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
joanne{ST} returns to measuring out the dung, breaking each handful up before dropping it into the pot. Tossing a broken pot to the side she continues to measure handfuls of the smelly but potent fertilizer into the pots.
<joanne{ST}> May I please be permitted to see to the children?
<&Alginon> yes
<joanne{ST}> Thank you, Master.
joanne{ST} slips quietly back and returns to the task outside, humming softly as she adds dung into the red-brown of the clay pots, two handfuls per pot. After breaking up the dung she pushes upwards and carries the filled pots to the rows of those already waiting in the ready for planting.
joanne{ST} carries several of the pots at a time, finding that to not be such a good idea. With a slight bounce in her step, a teasing sway to her hips she brings the last of the newly filled pots to the rows.
joanne{ST} quietly wraps up the set of pots she is carrying to the rows and tides up the pile of dung, using her hands to sweep strays lumps back into the pile and removing the pots out of the way of the Free. Moving to a somewhat sheltered area of the garden she clears away anything weeds that might scratch her flesh. Looking to the sky she rises and moves to the door, kneeling gracefully.
<joanne{ST}> May I please be permitted to retire for the night? It has just turned 10pm here.
<&Alginon> yes
<joanne{ST}> Thank you, Master. I wish you a good evening.
<joanne{ST}> I wish you a good evening, Lady Solveig.
joanne{ST} unfolds her limbs and withdraws to the corner in the garden and curls there for the night.
<joanne{ST}> Greetings, Lady.
~Solveig-Office opens the door to the office and looks out, noting the greeting....
joanne{ST} unfolds her slender limbs and moves into the kitchen. Filling a bucket with warm water and vingear before collecting a broom, a bottle with oil and several rags, with a soft step she moves into the main room of the tavern and sets the bucket and other items down on a low table. Taking the broom firmly in her hand she moves the furs into a pile at the sides of the room.
<~Solveig-Office> I am busy working on the agenda for this afternoon's meeting. You have mail... and you know what is expected of you. I recommend you tend to your chores while I am working on this
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Lady.
~Solveig-Office leaves the door to the office open, but returns to Her desk, Her attention only marginally divided as she tends to Her responsibilities...
joanne{ST} hums softly as she dances the broom over the stone floor, collecting the sweepings into a pile in the middle of the room as the fine bristles of the broom almost lovingly caress the stone. Brown eyes glancing into each corner after moving the broom into their depths to collect any hidden dust urt.
joanne{ST} quickly reads a notice on the board and moves onto with the broom, a quick twist of her wrist causing it to jump and glide around the legs of the lower tables as the bristles collect the dust...glancing up to Lady Solveig she leans the broom onto the table and hurries quickly into the kitchen.
joanne{ST} draws the mug of the Lady from the shelf, moving to the fire she quietly ladels some of the rich and bitter liquid that the Lady favours into the mug. With a quick step she moves to the office, the black wine cradled lightly in dainty fingers as she knocks softly on the door.
joanne{ST} slips into the office and leaves the black wine on the side of the desk for the Lady before turning and hurrying back to the tsk of sweeping. Taking up the broom she hums softly as the bristles again glide smoothly over the stone, brown eyes flickering nervously to the rooms of Master Alginon.
joanne{ST} returns the broom to the kitchen and takes up a small broom and shovel, quickly sweeping the pile into the shovel she tosses it into the waste bin.
joanne{ST} places the small broom and shovel back in their place and dances a few steps through the main room of the tavern, long strands of hair swirling around her as she twirls and falls laughing onto the pile of furs. Rising with a quick bounce to her feet she heaves the first sets of furs over her shoulders and carries them back to their respective locations, setting them down...
joanne{ST} hums softly as she straightens out the furs making them as comfortable as possible for the Free, collecting the last sets she brings them close to a long table tossing them over a bank that runs the length of the table, laughing with delight as wicked thoughts fill her mind.
joanne{ST} hums softly as she moves to the low table containing the bucket of water and the cloths, taking up a rep cloth of rougher weave and drowning it in the water, she wringes the excessive water out before moving to the first table and wiping it down. Hearing the call from outside she dashes out quickly to chase the children from the vulos.
joanne{ST}911 steps back into the tavern and moves to the table, mumbling something along the lines of children who need to be in bed at this time of night. Taking up the cloth she finishes the table with a practiced ease and moves onto the next table.
joanne{ST} hums a song that has been haunting her thoughts all day as she moves from table to table wiping the smooth wooden surface down. Stepping quietly into the kitchen she takes down an older goblet and pours water into it, drinking quickly from the cup before returning to wipe down the last tables.
joanne{ST} laughs at the antics of the children outside the tavern and moves out to chase them off again before they both any guests of the home. Squealing as they tackle and tickle her.
joanne{ST} is now known as joanne{ST}911
~Solveig-Office glances up now and again, an appraising look in her eyes as she taps the end of her pen against her lips, then returns her attention to the very important paperwork on her desk joanne{ST}911 slips back in, leaving the squeals of children behind her as she hurries to finish with the tables. Dropping the cloth into the bucket she takes up a rep cloth of finer weave and the small bottle of oil, noting that most of the tables are still well oiled she moves to the table near the furs of Master Alginon. Adding a small amount of oil to the cloth,
<joanne{ST}> I am sorry that I have to run off at times Lady, the children are being rather demanding and getting ready for bed.
joanne{ST} works the oil into the fine grain of the wood with steady circles of the cloth, occassionally adding a new drop of oil to the cloth as she works her way over the surface of the table.
joanne{ST} sings softly, her brown eyes concentrating on the table as she continues to caress the smooth curface with the soft cloth. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she peeks to the door, listening for the children for a moment before returning her focus to the table.
joanne{ST} moves to the table in the near of the furs of Lady Solveig, humming softly as she adds several drops of oil to the cloth and moves the cloth over the dark wood. Hands practiced and light in the task as she glances intently at the table, almost wishing she could wriggle her nose like the slave in the tale from Ar.
<~Solveig-Office> ~glancing up from the desk~ If you get oil on my new snow-larl pelts, I will personally beat you until you can't even beg for me to stop.
<joanne{ST}> I will take care, Lady.
joanne{ST} shudders as a soft whimper leaves her lips, focusing on the task of oiling the table.
<joanne{Lady, may I ask what colour you wear?
joanne{ST} peeks up to the office of Lady Solveig and returns to oiling the table, trembling softly as she takes the greatest care with the oil.
<~Solveig-Office> Normally? Royal blue, red, dark green, black, brown, or grey. It just depends.
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Lady.
<joanne{ST}> May I ask what your caste is?
~Solveig-Office blinks
joanne{ST} smiles as she blushes.
<~Solveig-Office> I'm of Torvaldsland. We do not recognize castes in the North.
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Lady. Thank you.
<joanne{ST}> May I ask how you have been?
joanne{ST} finishes the table of the Lady and sighs as she moves away, not a drop to be found on the furs. Collecting the bucket and cloths she moves back to the kitchen, her step again light, brown eyes glancing to the rooms of Master Alginon as she remembers the words of Lady Solveig. Pouring the water from the bucket she tosses the cloths into the basket.
<~Solveig-Office> I've been extraordinarily busy. Especially as we've had Guests lately.
joanne{ST} returns the oil to its place and turns the bucket so that it may dry, taking a larging 'filing system' with her she moves to the doors of Master Alginon...pausing.
<joanne{ST}> I have been working extra hours to relieve my days somewhat so that I can be only more often in the future. I now have less things to do in the evening and on Monday and Friday afternoons, so I can be in the home atleast three times a week.
<~Solveig-Office> Take it up with Alginon, joanne.
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Lady.
joanne{ST} steps into the rooms of Master Alginon, moving through the room she quickly collects the discarded robes and clothing, tossing it to the basket in the corner. Collecting the toweling and bed covers from the bed she drops them also into the basket, seeing a variety of scrolls connected to the work of Master Alginon she collects them and places them onto the shelves.
joanne{ST} Takes the basket of clothing to the wash area and places it down for later, collecting the broom and a fresh bucket of water and vingear, dropping a rep cloth into the warm water before hurrying back into the room, leaving the door wide open and throwing the shutters of the windows wide open to allow the room to air.
joanne{ST} takes down new linens from the closet and makes the bed with a practiced ease, her training in the last weeks seeing her move with a comfortable ease around the room as she places various personal items and other somewhat miscellaneous items back into their places. With a light step she moves over the chains and ropes of Master Alginon, carefully collecting them together.
joanne{ST} places the chains and other items into a small chest near the edge of the bed, humming as she draws the dust cover over the blanket and folds it carefully before placing it at the foot of the bed.
joanne{ST} sweeps up a number of plates, drinking vessels and other utensils onto a tray and carries them down into the kitchen, sighing softly as she listens to the soft song of the birds in the distance, the sound of laughter and talking floating into the tavern on the evening breeze.
joanne{ST} returns into the room with a set of dusting rags, moving around the room she wipes the dust from the various surfaces and items found around the rooms, taking care with the fragile items and scrolls.
joanne{ST} wipes down the tharlarion oil lamp with the rag and the side table beside the bed, with a quick step she moves into the private office of Master Alginon and wipes down the desk, tiding scrolls back into the shelves and making notes to new ink and parchment to the list of items to be purchased.
&Alginon storms into the Inn, kicks open the door to his chambers and premptorily drags joanne out into the Inn proper by her hair
joanne{ST} cries out as sne struggles to maintain her balance.
&Alginon growls and throws joanne against the nearest wall
~Solveig-Office looks up from her desk at the commotion, and rises to her feet, walking around the desk, her arms crossing in front of her as she leans against the door jamb, not wanting to get in the path of her Partner, a quizzical cant to one eyebrow...
joanne{ST} umpfs as she crashes against the wall, scampering to get to her feet and move out of reach of Master Alginon, terror in her eyes.
Solveig-Office is now known as Solveig
<&Alginon> did I tell you that you could stand, you ungrateful little twit?
<joanne{ST}> No, Master.
joanne{ST} drops to her knees.
<&Alginon> and should you ever try to get out of my reach again I will simply hamstring you
<&Alginon> then you can't go ANYWHERE
~Solveig walks quietly to her chair and takes a seat, adjusting the skirts of her kirtles with studied indifference, before glancing back up, observing....
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
joanne{ST} crawls to the feet of Master Alginon.
<&Alginon> with the exception of yesterday, you ass has not been seen in this channel; and I have not heard from you all week
<&Alginon> before your collaring, you saw fit to find the time to talk to me nearly every day
<&Alginon> putting it lightly, I am less than pleased
<&Alginon> and when I am displeased....
<joanne{ST}> Master, I have been working extra hours to clear my week up so that I can be on more often.
&Alginon grabs joanne by her hair, lifts her off her knees, and belts her across the face
joanne{ST} cries out, tears springing to her eyes.
&Alginon backhands joanne harder, allowing her to drop to the floor
joanne{ST} cries as she scrambles back to her knees, body trembling as her eyes lower fearfully.
<&Alginon> and how am I supposed to know that
<&Alginon> or how is Solveig supposed to know that
<&Alginon> your Skype, from what I hear, says you have computer problems; but that does not keep you, it seems, from collarme or yahoo
<&Alginon> and if you are working so many extra hours, how are you finding time for collarme but NOT where you are supposed to be
<joanne{ST}> I have been logged into the computer in the morning for a few moments and not turning it off when I leave.
<&Alginon> strange you haven't done that before
&Alginon grabs joanne's collar in his fist and lifts her from the floor
<joanne{ST}> I have often done that Master.
<&Alginon> not from what I've seen
<&Alginon> do you WANT this collar or not
<joanne{ST}> I want it Master.
<&Alginon> I am beginning to seriously doubt that
&Alginon drops joanne carelessly to the floor
joanne{ST} flinches as she impacts with the floor.
joanne{ST} watches Master Alginon, brown eyes fearful flickering between the floor and his feet.
<&Alginon> you were warned from the beginning that I would not tolerate any bullshit, girl
<&Alginon> disappearing for nearly a week is not acceptable
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
<&Alginon> next time you pull a stunt like this, you can stay gone for a month
<&Alginon> IF you are permitted to keep that collar
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
~Solveig leans back, crossing one leg over the other, one foot tapping the floor lightly as she watches, her hands resting quietly in her lap.
<&Alginon> obviously you cannot be trusted to keep your given schedule on your own
<&Alginon> Solveig, change this girl's schedule...she must be here every fucking day
<~Solveig> Yes, Alginon.
<&Alginon> I don't care if it's only for a half hour or an hour
<&Alginon> every goddamn day
joanne{ST} pales as she hears the words of Master Alginon.
<&Alginon> and the log of your time here will be posted in the "Chores" section of the website
<&Alginon> and you'd best be keeping busy; either serving, or working
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
<&Alginon> I am absolutely disgusted with you, girl
joanne{ST} flinches inwardly.
<&Alginon> until you have redeemed yourself, you will not have the privilege of entering my chambers; I will hire a kettle girl to come clean my chambers
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
&Alginon sighs
<&Alginon>and you are too stupid, it seems, to recognize just how much of a punishment that is
&Alginon shrugs
<&Alginon> perhaps I overestimated your intelligence
<joanne{ST}> I am aware of it Master. I did not see any use in begging and pleading for mercy in that area.
<&Alginon> it just so happens that as it is coming onto planting season I had a large tub of tharlarion droppings delivered for fertilizer, and it needs separating into small pots; and of course you will use your hands, there is no need to dirty a tool
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
<&Alginon> now get busy
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
joanne{ST} springs to her feet, dashing outside into the garden, she looks to the large delivery and whimpers softly as she collects the first of the pots, setting them near the droppings. Counting the pots she is careful not to over look any, she works a quick calculation in her mind to work out roughly how much is to go into each pot.
<&Alginon> SLOWER, miserable girl
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
~Solveig snorts as she rises to her feet, disappearing into her chambers for a moment..... Stepping back through the heavy, banded door, she closes it securely and walks to the hearth which dominates the right side of the room, a bundle wrapped in paper tucked into the crook of her arm...
joanne{ST} whimpers softly, tears still falling from her eyes. Setting the pots out in a row before she carefully measures the first handful into each pot, adding extra droppings as needed to the pots. Not daring to glance into the tavern, she carries a pot to the side, placing it ready for planting.
~Solveig tears the paper, and tugs it free, crumpling the paper and tossing it into the flames, where it flares up, then swiftly disappears... in her hands she holds a thin, supple switch, and a thin, supple leather strap.... she places the items on the mantlepiece, almost as if on display, then steps back a moment....
joanne{ST} moves the couple of pots to the row, each awaiting the seeds and cuttings to comes, yelps softly as she chances a glance to the tavern and sees the switch. Moving back and forth with the pots she sets them in rows. Eyes dancing nervously around as she brings the next pots to the pile of droppings, spreading them in a row.
~Solveig walks to the Garden door, wrinkling her nose in distaste at the crumbled droppings which litter the cobblestones... lifting her skirts well away from the debris, she comments casually to the slut labouring in the garden...
<joanne{ST}> May I please be permitted to bring the youngest to bed?
<&Alginon> yes
<joanne{ST}> Thank you, Master.
<~Solveig> joanne, I recommend you think long and hard before you choose to disregard the rules of this Home again. I was shopping and came across some items that reminded me of you... I've put them on the mantle for you to inspect, when you have finished tending to the chore Alginon's set for you .
~Solveig retakes her seat and works on some needlework, her attention span shot for working on any more business paperwork for the time being
<joanne{ST}afk> Yes, Mistress.
<joanne{ST}afk> May I return please?
<&Alginon> yes
<joanne{ST}afk> Thank you, Master.
<&Alginon> joanne, read the rules more carefully
joanne{ST} returns her attention to the pile of droppings, using small hands to measure the dropping...
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
joanne{ST} drops her head for a moment, before shaking it and returning the task before her, adding two handfuls to each pot, making sure that the limps are more finely broken up as she adds each handful. Glancing over the pots, brown eyes looking to the contents, adding a small handful to this pot and that one.
joanne{ST} carries the pots to the other ones, placing them in rows. Humming softly as she gazes thoughtfully to the pots for a moment, shaking herself out of her thoughts she moves to the other finished pots and places them in the rows. Stepping over the ground she realises how futile it is to try and dodge the droppings.
&Alginon wanders over to joanne's sleeping place and removes the mat and repcloth blanket
&Alginon returns to his chair, "inadvertently" dropping the blanket into the fire
joanne{ST} whimpers softly as she collects the next pile of pots and sets them out ready for the dung, eyes lowered as she kneels so she can no longer look into the tavern. Measuring the droppings into the pots she keeps her attention focused on the task, forcing herself to clear her mind as she works.
joanne{ST} measures two handfuls of dung into each pot, finding a pattern at the task she allows herself to relax as she works, the smell fading slowly from her mind as her pale skin darkens with the unavoidable covering of dung.
<&Alginon> oh and joanne? you won't be bathing for.....a week
and wrinkles her nose.
joanne is now known as joanne{ST}
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
joanne{ST} shudders and returns to the task at hand.
<&Alginon> she wants to act like shit, she can smell like it
joanne{ST} pauses a moment, glancing for a moment to Master Alginon, anger flashing briefly in her eyes before she hurries to the pots and droppings. Small hands filling the pots with the droppings.
<~Solveig> She is *not* sleeping in my Tavern smelling like dung, nor serving Our Guests that way... I'll arrange for a cage to be put out behind the garden shed, if that meets with your approval, Alginon? Certainly there's enough work out there to keep her busy.
<&Alginon> that's strike 2
<&Alginon> true
joanne{ST} whimpers softly as she whispers softly.
<joanne{ST}> Please, Master, I beg mercy, please show mercy.
<&Alginon> you are still alive, and still collared
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master. Thank you for showing mercy.
<&Alginon> I warned you that when I land on you, it would be hard, and you would NOT like it
<&Alginon> you had to test me
<&Alginon> congratulations
joanne{ST} moves with a nervous grace, eyes lowered respectfully as she returns her attention to the task, trembling as she adds the next handfuls of dung to the pots, tears falling quietly from her eyes.
joanne{ST} whispers words taught to her by Lady Solveig months before, her hands moving with a quick and measured motion as she adds handful after handful of dung to the pots, raising to carry them to the rows of finished pots, her step light and graceful as she carries her body straight, eyes lowered to the ground as she moves.
<joanne{ST}> Master, may I pm please?
<&Alginon> yes
<joanne{ST}> Thank you, Master.
~Solveig pinches the bridge of her nose and frowns slightly, then sips some more tea
joanne{ST} slips quietly back to the task assigned her, brown eyes downcast as she lowers to kneel before the pots, hands measuring handful after handful of droppings into the pots, two handsfuls per pot, with the occassional third handful. Breaking up each handful before allowing it to fall into the pot she hums softly, her body straight, hair hanging loosely over her back.
joanne{ST} rises elegantly to her feet, two pots in hands as she moves to add them to the rows of pots ready and waiting for planting. Looking over her shoulder to the tavern, she whimpers softly and returns to collect more pots, moving with a flowing grace as she brings the pots to the rows.
<&Alginon> joanne, melodrama makes me ever so faintly nauseous
<&Alginon> stop it
joanne{ST} collects more empty pots and spreads them around her, kneeling as she pauses.
<joanne{ST}> Yes, Master.
joanne{ST} returns to measuring out the dung, breaking each handful up before dropping it into the pot. Tossing a broken pot to the side she continues to measure handfuls of the smelly but potent fertilizer into the pots.
<joanne{ST}> May I please be permitted to see to the children?
<&Alginon> yes
<joanne{ST}> Thank you, Master.
joanne{ST} slips quietly back and returns to the task outside, humming softly as she adds dung into the red-brown of the clay pots, two handfuls per pot. After breaking up the dung she pushes upwards and carries the filled pots to the rows of those already waiting in the ready for planting.
joanne{ST} carries several of the pots at a time, finding that to not be such a good idea. With a slight bounce in her step, a teasing sway to her hips she brings the last of the newly filled pots to the rows.
joanne{ST} quietly wraps up the set of pots she is carrying to the rows and tides up the pile of dung, using her hands to sweep strays lumps back into the pile and removing the pots out of the way of the Free. Moving to a somewhat sheltered area of the garden she clears away anything weeds that might scratch her flesh. Looking to the sky she rises and moves to the door, kneeling gracefully.
<joanne{ST}> May I please be permitted to retire for the night? It has just turned 10pm here.
<&Alginon> yes
<joanne{ST}> Thank you, Master. I wish you a good evening.
<joanne{ST}> I wish you a good evening, Lady Solveig.
joanne{ST} unfolds her limbs and withdraws to the corner in the garden and curls there for the night.