Post by joanne on May 5, 2010 21:59:11 GMT -5
joanne{ST} slides upwards to her knees, longs strands of wet hair hanging over her shoulders as she presses up to her feet, laughing with delight as the warmth of the tavern enwraps her naked flesh. Slipping into the kitchen she collects a tray and moves with a sensual grace through the main room, placing empty vessels and plates onto the tray as she hums quietly.
joanne{ST} steps quietly into the kitchen, warm brown eyes glancing gratefully to Master Alginon before turning a warm smile to Lady Solveig. Humming softly as she fills the sink with hot water and a handful of soap flakes, adding the vessels and such into the water to soak while she takes out a basket of herbs picked earlier in the day. Sorting the herbs for scenting she sperates them into bundles.
joanne{ST} takes the bundles of herbs and places them in vases and baskets in various places around the tavern, pausing to kneel at the feet of Lady Solveig as she whispers softly.
joanne{ST} smiles happily and rises, taking up the dried herbs from the vases and baskets. Setting them aside to be sorted later she turns to the sink of suds and water, humming softly as she takes the first goblet from the water, breathing in sharply as she feels the hot water on her flesh.
joanne{ST} wipes the fine surface of the goblet with a soft rep cloth, placing it to the side she heads outside to get a bucket of cold water to cool the water in the sink. Adding the water to the sink she returns to washing the vessels, humming as small hands moves with practised ease.
joanne{ST} places a horn and tankard to the goblet before taking up a plate as she continues the task, brown eyes dancing slightly as she places the plate to the side to drain...pausing for a moment, she takes a pot out and fills it with water, adding the cuts of bosk to the still cold water she hangs it over the side of the fire to cook for tomorrows stew. Washing her hands...
joanne{ST} returns to the washing up, places the last few vessels onto the side to drain, she hums quietly. Taking out a fresh towel, she quickly dries each of the vessels and plates before slipping them into their place.
joanne{ST} drops the cloth, spinning she hurries to the feet of Master Alginon, slipping to her knees as she whispers.
joanne{ST} steps quietly into the kitchen, warm brown eyes glancing gratefully to Master Alginon before turning a warm smile to Lady Solveig. Humming softly as she fills the sink with hot water and a handful of soap flakes, adding the vessels and such into the water to soak while she takes out a basket of herbs picked earlier in the day. Sorting the herbs for scenting she sperates them into bundles.
joanne{ST} takes the bundles of herbs and places them in vases and baskets in various places around the tavern, pausing to kneel at the feet of Lady Solveig as she whispers softly.
joanne{ST} smiles happily and rises, taking up the dried herbs from the vases and baskets. Setting them aside to be sorted later she turns to the sink of suds and water, humming softly as she takes the first goblet from the water, breathing in sharply as she feels the hot water on her flesh.
joanne{ST} wipes the fine surface of the goblet with a soft rep cloth, placing it to the side she heads outside to get a bucket of cold water to cool the water in the sink. Adding the water to the sink she returns to washing the vessels, humming as small hands moves with practised ease.
joanne{ST} places a horn and tankard to the goblet before taking up a plate as she continues the task, brown eyes dancing slightly as she places the plate to the side to drain...pausing for a moment, she takes a pot out and fills it with water, adding the cuts of bosk to the still cold water she hangs it over the side of the fire to cook for tomorrows stew. Washing her hands...
joanne{ST} returns to the washing up, places the last few vessels onto the side to drain, she hums quietly. Taking out a fresh towel, she quickly dries each of the vessels and plates before slipping them into their place.
joanne{ST} drops the cloth, spinning she hurries to the feet of Master Alginon, slipping to her knees as she whispers.