Post by teso{ST} on May 30, 2010 10:47:07 GMT -5
07:57] <teso{ST}> Mistress, while Master Alginon is out might i please be excused to clean His room?
[07:57] <~Solveig> Yes... good choice.
[07:57] <teso{ST}> thank You Mistress, i'll leave the door open so You can call me should You need anything.
[07:58] <~Solveig> beware the likely giant mound of socks... gods know when the last time his chambers were cleaned.
[08:00] * teso{ST} moves to the kitchen, gathering a washing pail and some rags as she knows it's been a while since the room has been cleaned. Filling it with hot soapy water she lugs it to the room, nervously opens the door and peers within. Her eyes take in the elegant simplicity as she shakes her head in mild surprise and she steps in, sets the pail down to look around.
[08:04] * teso{ST} gasps, realizing Mistress's warning was an apt one, laundry is piled high in one corner. Moving to the bed she strips off the luxurious coverings, taking the furs out through the kitchen to hang to the line to refresh. Returning she revels in the fine woven bed sheets, actually lifts one to her cheek before laying it to the floor to load all the laundry, sorting out all that needs repair.
[08:06] * teso{ST} totes the laundry to the wash area, the sheets now a sack on her back. Grinning as she thinks of another northern resident of earth mythology she looks to Mistress, wryly chants HO ho ho!
[08:09] * ~Solveig chuckles as she glances up
[08:10] * teso{ST} puts the worst of the laundry to soak before returning to the room, opening a window to let in fresh air. Moving to the small hearth she shovels the ashes to the ash bin, shakes her head 'cause it's nearly full so takes it out to the garden to spread amongst the young shoots. Gathering an armful of firewood as she returns she stacks it neatly to one side then gathers the empty dishes and leaves.
[08:14] * teso{ST} returns, mutters under her breath about lazy bondies and and wonders who the last one was that had left the room in such a mess. With soft rag to hand she moves about the room, tidying and dusting as she goes, careful to put all the papers back exactly as she found them. Whimpering to uncover a slave whip she hesitantly lifts it to place to a shelf within obvious view.
[08:20] * teso{ST} looks about, glad to see the room taking shape. Taking the scrub pail to hand she wipes down all the dusted surfaces with a damp cloth, with a sigh she slips to her knees and begins washing the floor. Sniffing she looks about curiously, her nose wrinkling with the unpleasant scent. Following the aroma she triumphantly pounces to a way ward sock, looks to the huge gaping holes and takes it out to Mistress Solveig
[08:20] <teso{ST}> Mistress, do You think this is worth darning or should i wash and relegate it to the rag bin?
[08:21] * ~Solveig notices a rank and foul stench and glances up, her nose wrinkled....
[08:22] <~Solveig> I think you should burn it.
[08:22] <~Solveig> Outside
[08:24] * teso{ST} laughs, then shakes her head....nods as she agrees with the assessment and takes it out to the burning pile. Gathering an armful of fresh cedar branches, several sprigs of bright red berries she returns to the kitchen and arranges them to a water filled pot. Heading back to the room she sets the pot to the mantle, smiling as the fresh scent spreads about.
[08:28] * teso{ST} looks to the cupboard, pleased to find clean bed linens. With a snap of her wrists she spreads them, decides to leave the furs outside to air. Prepping a small fire to the hearth she leaves it ready to burn, all it needs is a light. She stands back to look about, nodding in satisfaction as she gazes about the room then gathers her cleaning supplies and leaves...making note to return to close the windows and bring back the Masters furs.
[08:32] * teso{ST} returns to the kitchen, empties out the pail and rinses then makes quick work of the dishes. Checking each as she drys and puts them away she inspects for damage; it wouldn't do to serve a Guest from anything chipped! Looking to the laundry soaking she shakes her head then drains off the water, dingy brown and smelling ...well, lets just say it offends her small nose.
[08:34] * teso{ST} refills the wash basin, once again leaving the clothing to soak. Washing her hands carefully she then returns to Lady Solveigs side, quietly kneeling to the fur beside Her chair.
[07:57] <~Solveig> Yes... good choice.
[07:57] <teso{ST}> thank You Mistress, i'll leave the door open so You can call me should You need anything.
[07:58] <~Solveig> beware the likely giant mound of socks... gods know when the last time his chambers were cleaned.
[08:00] * teso{ST} moves to the kitchen, gathering a washing pail and some rags as she knows it's been a while since the room has been cleaned. Filling it with hot soapy water she lugs it to the room, nervously opens the door and peers within. Her eyes take in the elegant simplicity as she shakes her head in mild surprise and she steps in, sets the pail down to look around.
[08:04] * teso{ST} gasps, realizing Mistress's warning was an apt one, laundry is piled high in one corner. Moving to the bed she strips off the luxurious coverings, taking the furs out through the kitchen to hang to the line to refresh. Returning she revels in the fine woven bed sheets, actually lifts one to her cheek before laying it to the floor to load all the laundry, sorting out all that needs repair.
[08:06] * teso{ST} totes the laundry to the wash area, the sheets now a sack on her back. Grinning as she thinks of another northern resident of earth mythology she looks to Mistress, wryly chants HO ho ho!
[08:09] * ~Solveig chuckles as she glances up
[08:10] * teso{ST} puts the worst of the laundry to soak before returning to the room, opening a window to let in fresh air. Moving to the small hearth she shovels the ashes to the ash bin, shakes her head 'cause it's nearly full so takes it out to the garden to spread amongst the young shoots. Gathering an armful of firewood as she returns she stacks it neatly to one side then gathers the empty dishes and leaves.
[08:14] * teso{ST} returns, mutters under her breath about lazy bondies and and wonders who the last one was that had left the room in such a mess. With soft rag to hand she moves about the room, tidying and dusting as she goes, careful to put all the papers back exactly as she found them. Whimpering to uncover a slave whip she hesitantly lifts it to place to a shelf within obvious view.
[08:20] * teso{ST} looks about, glad to see the room taking shape. Taking the scrub pail to hand she wipes down all the dusted surfaces with a damp cloth, with a sigh she slips to her knees and begins washing the floor. Sniffing she looks about curiously, her nose wrinkling with the unpleasant scent. Following the aroma she triumphantly pounces to a way ward sock, looks to the huge gaping holes and takes it out to Mistress Solveig
[08:20] <teso{ST}> Mistress, do You think this is worth darning or should i wash and relegate it to the rag bin?
[08:21] * ~Solveig notices a rank and foul stench and glances up, her nose wrinkled....
[08:22] <~Solveig> I think you should burn it.
[08:22] <~Solveig> Outside
[08:24] * teso{ST} laughs, then shakes her head....nods as she agrees with the assessment and takes it out to the burning pile. Gathering an armful of fresh cedar branches, several sprigs of bright red berries she returns to the kitchen and arranges them to a water filled pot. Heading back to the room she sets the pot to the mantle, smiling as the fresh scent spreads about.
[08:28] * teso{ST} looks to the cupboard, pleased to find clean bed linens. With a snap of her wrists she spreads them, decides to leave the furs outside to air. Prepping a small fire to the hearth she leaves it ready to burn, all it needs is a light. She stands back to look about, nodding in satisfaction as she gazes about the room then gathers her cleaning supplies and leaves...making note to return to close the windows and bring back the Masters furs.
[08:32] * teso{ST} returns to the kitchen, empties out the pail and rinses then makes quick work of the dishes. Checking each as she drys and puts them away she inspects for damage; it wouldn't do to serve a Guest from anything chipped! Looking to the laundry soaking she shakes her head then drains off the water, dingy brown and smelling ...well, lets just say it offends her small nose.
[08:34] * teso{ST} refills the wash basin, once again leaving the clothing to soak. Washing her hands carefully she then returns to Lady Solveigs side, quietly kneeling to the fur beside Her chair.