sleen shed

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09/27/06-20:56:52)
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Hulneth C C


== is within the home of Joe and Nyah, a large wooden longhouse located at the top of the hill ==

: says to ALL:.... on rise I stretched and padded slowly through the house slippingon the boots Jarl allowed me to wear and walks slowly out the front door over the proch and down the steps as the soft curls catch the rays of sun an shimmer ina soft pinkish red huge pale blue orbs glanced around as nose wrinkled and stepping to the path began to wonder down towards the animal pens and sheds

09/27/06-20:58:48)
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Hulneth C C


== is on one of the paths around Hulneth ==

: says to ALL:.... i didnt walk overly fast as I was not looking forward to the task at hand, but i was going to it never the less drawing closer to the shed where the sleen sleep looks around and then peeks in the door to make sure the sleen have been let out already

(09/27/06-21:02:37)
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Hulneth C C


== is standing close to one of the animal pens ==

: says to ALL:.... wrinkles my nose as I slowly enter and shed and covering my nose with slender fingers an screws it up and pulls the most dread full faces and looks down as I feel something squeshy beneath the boot groan inwardly as there was no sound I had trud in sleen poo I heard some laughter coming behind me turning as I see the young thralls and pick a hand full of straw and toss it at them and waves my hands telling them to go away now and stamps my foot on the ground

( pauses here as I had a something in rt come up will return to complet the task shortly )

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(09/28/06-03:25:07)
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Hulneth C C


== is standing close to one of the animal pens ==

: says to ALL:.... stands in gap between the pen and the shed and looking then rembers Jarl said by hand and by that she took she could use items like shovals and forcks and again my nose wrinkled reaching around behind my head and grapping the sweeping curls gathering them up and twists the hair around then curls it around at the base of my neck and tucks the hair under an pulls it into knot turning on booted feet to back out of the and moves to a another shed and pulls the door open and takes out sevearl large heson type bags that have been hand sewn up the sides and flips em my right shoulder and wonders back inside the shed and sets the bags down taking the first one and opend it and shakes it out and rolls down the top and and places it on the floor pushing it open wide and making it stay there soft of and squates down and starts picking up arm fulls of used straw that line the floor that the sleen sleep on

(09/28/06-03:32:03)
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Hulneth C C


== is standing close to one of the animal pens ==

: says to ALL:.... turning with the straw and just above to dump it in the opening of the bag and closes and claspes beneath my laidened arms and humps and blows a single way ward strand of my face and turning umps the arm full back ont he floor an reopens the bag again and holding it open with my left hand and scoops up the straw with my right and begins to shovel hands fulls of the stuff into the bag and slowly begins to move over the ground as the bag fills slowly then as my fingers curl around large climp of straw soemthing moist osses out and squealches between fingers screwing up my nose as I dump it in the bag and screwing up my face with a most distgusted expression and rubs my hands on the inside of the bag trying to wipe it off then wriggles fingers shudders with digust

(09/28/06-03:38:11)
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Hulneth C C


== is standing close to one of the animal pens ==

: says to ALL:.... being more carefull how I pick up the rest of the straw working my around till that bag begins 3/4 full and takes another bag and holdingit my left as I scoop up more and more now I could actually see the floor of the shed suddenly as mu fingers curled around some straw I heard a snorting sound the hairs on the back of my neck stand on ened then I felt something bump my behind causing me to topple head over heels into a damp pile ot straw .... an there i was a crumpled head in the with straw sticking to my every where quite a shambles as I rises up on elbows and looks around to see what the hell happened as pale orbs grow wide there was Jarls sleen big huge creature looking ar me with beedy like eyes slopping as its tounge laped around its jaw...... scambling quickly to my feet and starting shooing it away with my hands as it growls and stamps its font foot on the ground and starts coming closer as i start backing up till the dam thing has me cornered in fare corner pressing up agains the shed walls and it starts looking at me growl under its breath

(09/28/06-03:42:26)
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Hulneth C C


== is standing close to one of the animal pens ==

: says to ALL:.... looking to the door and back at it not overly fond of some animals to say the least slowly b egins to steps sidways a step or two before it lets out a grumbling growl again as the hairs on my neck stand up again tthere I was cornered by Jarls every own sleen was fitting I suppose I had wondered if Jarl has given it specific instrustions regarding me and frowned heavly and there I stood for over ahn before a passing Jarl came past and looked in and called the sleen off and I was most gratefull though I didnt move a muscle till it was out side

(09/28/06-03:48:37)
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Hulneth C C


== is standing close to one of the animal pens ==

: says to ALL:.... reaches up to my hair and pulls a few irrating peice sof straw out of the curls and gos back to shift the straw into the bags and then dragging them and out the door and setting them up outside the shed ..... spinng and wonders back to the supply shed and grabs two large buckets one in each hand and carries em swinging to the water barrel setting them down and taking the first up and dunks it down under the water and draws it back out as pearl droplets of water trickle down the sides and sets it down then pickingup the next dunks it under and draws it out as it drips on the ground carrying the bucket I was hold now with two hands legs wide as I struggled with it back to the door of the shed setting it down turns and around and walks back picking up the other one and as it sloshes and sways and carries it back and sets it down then runs back into the storage shed and grabs a thick long wide flate handled hard bristled bruh and some soap and wonders back I must of look awful frightly and well the scent wasnt over pleasing either ......
(09/28/06-03:51:38)
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Hulneth C C


== is standing close to one of the animal pens ==

: says to ALL:.... taking the first bucket and steps into the shed and tips it as hands draw back and sloshingout with a swoosh forward a the water flushes forth with a little force to slam on teh floor of the shed and swooshes over it then in hte door way it hitch up the kirtle and kneel down and takking hte hard bristled brush dunking it into the second bucket and then rubs the soap over the bristled and presses it to the floor both s hands firmly over it and draw sit back and forth and and back and forth working in arch out over the floor as I scrubb and scrub so hard

(09/28/06-03:56:09)
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Hulneth C C


== is standing close to one of the animal pens ==

: says to ALL:.... perseration forms on my brow as my muscles i n my arms begin to ache but the I didnt stop as the thick brush worked its way back wards and forwards on teh floor with a like a grating sound dunking it and out of the bucklet and dragging it along with me and rubbing the soap on the bristles as I went scrubbing and scrubbing till I t hought m,y arms were jsut going to fall off before I reached the other side and every square inch of it was scrubbed so hard before I d roped the brush back into the bucket and pressing hands a gaint the wall to help uncoil back to my feet and stretched my back and shoulders and rubs my a rms and shook out my feet an looked at the floor

(09/28/06-04:00:34)
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Hulneth C C


== is standing close to one of the animal pens ==

: says to ALL:.... lifting the almost empty bucket up and carrying it over the wet soapy floor and set it out side and picked up the bigger bucket and hurried back off to teh water barrel plunging it back in under the surface and draging it back out as water slothed and in both hands carryed it back and steped back into the shed and began sloshing it over the floor again washing the soap bubbles away as they flowed off then carried the buckets out and put them back away intehs hed wehre I found them and set the brush out on a shelf to dry and put what was left of the soap on a china saucer to dry as well .... leaving the shed door open so the air will flow in draft to dry the floor gos to clean up while it does

(09/28/06-04:03:35)
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Hulneth C C


== is standing close to one of the animal pens ==

: says to ALL:.... returning some time later when the floor is dry ..... and grbs a bale of hay and drags it over the ground to the shed and dragging it heavying it inside and pulling at the straw till it lossens and starts spreading out fresh beddding till the its all nice and cosy again for them and walks back out just in time to see a few sleen heading this way and decides its time to make hast back to the house as I had been this task for much of the day and soon it would be dark again

[Joe]

-at the end of the day I did My normal rounds of the lands and spoke to the Guards and so on, I moved to the sleen shed and looked inside seeing the place cleared and cleaned with the pitch fork in the corner unused...I gave a further inspection and checked all was well in the shed that had had the air swept through it also...I nodded and closed the door as I made my final rounds before getting back to Nyah and the Kids at home...walking in I found a tired but loyal bondmaid sleeping soundly on the her mat by the low embers and smiled down at her sleeping form as I pasted by with sure steps of a trained Hunter and mouthed 'sleep well apple and welcome back' and with that I moved into the bedroom and My sleeping Beauty, that had managed to steal all the furs to Her side again, for a small Tuchuk She sure did use a lot of covers I thought as I got in bed and curled up with a protective arm over Her and closed My eyes-

[Rainia]

(12/25/07-[16:36:45] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Fair Pathways=-
says to All: My steps are light, but they are not the smooth gliding that the woman in the veils do. I have things to do, and do not have all day to sit around and gossip. I work for a living, and its with a jaunty step that I head down the paths. Dodging out of the way as two girls come barreling down the aisle, almost mowing down everything in thier path. Looks like they are heading to the kennels, must have been over sleeping with the rest of those that had a really really good time last eve. I chuckled shaking my head and moved on.



(12/25/07-[16:45:14] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Fair Pathways=-
says to All: I stop at one of the tents, and look over the blades they have. I have to shake my head as one man starts yelling. Apparently if you do not heat the metal long enough they shatter. I watch as he takes a stone and slams it down on a blade and it scatters like shards of glass. I definatly do not want to buy anything from there. I scoot out of the way, more and more men, and then guards coming up. But this is someplace I do not want to be stuck in the middle. One of the advantages of being short, I can get out of some places. Making it thru the last of the gathered bodies, I slip farther down the pathway.


(12/25/07-[16:53:24] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Fair Pathways=-
says to All: I go to another table, well away from the gathering of loud voices. These look better, and I can see him laughing uproariously at his competition. "He's a fool, like men would not know the difference between a good blade and a bad one." the vendor says to the man next to him. He looks at me and shakes his head, thinking, not another woman. I look up at him and smile, going to pick up one of the hooked blades, he alost lurches forward, "That is sharp!" he looks like he is worried I am going to cut my fingers off or something. I give him a funny look, then finish picking up the blade, for the first time he see's my hands. Littered with small nicks and cuts from working, callouses obvious, "I would hope so." I say in return, he just grunts and gives a small laugh, he is used to the clumsy women that have no buisness holding a blade at all. " I need a couple of good skinning knives, and at least two that will work and cut well on boot sole leather." Speaking matter of factly, and the fact that I am holding the hooked blade in my hand, with the point actually DOWN, instead of where if someone bumps me I will end up gutting myself makes the vendor relax, just a tad.


(12/25/07-[17:01:43] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Booths & Vendors =-says to All: He still looks at me strangely but nod, almost reluctant. I resist the urge to roll my eyes as another group of veiled women floats by. I can hear them talking and giggling and just want to gag. They need to do something, just ornaments I swear. I never see them do a spot of work, ever. I just shove it out of my mind and go back to looking over the blades. A really nice skinning knife, tabuk horn handle, small enough to fit in my hand, blade about four and a half horts, I nod. Needs to be taken to the whet stone, but that is most likely so some pour idiot doesnt slice off his hand with it, or anything else important. I set that one aside on a peice of leather in the center of the table, one possible choice. I pick up another nice hooked blade. Bone handle, hmm, I look at him and he nods, " Sleen bone, good and sturdy." I nod, setting it on the leather as well. I pick up one last blade, another curved blade, the point on it is wickedly sharp already and I grin. He still looks nervous with me handling the blade, I set it to the corner of the leather he has spread out on the table and give a short tug. It slices about two horts like it was nothing. Dark eyes lighting up, "Ohh nice, I will take these three. " He looks at me and speculates, time to haggle.


(12/25/07-[17:14:03] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Booths & Vendors =-says to All: ((cackles at fyre cause is at work and doesnt have to cook tonight neener neener)) I look at him as he crosses his brawny arms, looking down his nose at me. I just look up at him patient. Yes, I know , I am vertically challenged, but that was part of the fun. Most didnt pay attention to me simply because I was so short. It worked. I crossed my own arms, mimicking him, in my own way, teasing him a bit. I knew my work, and I know it well, enjoyed it, but there was always someone that thought I should have been sitting in a corner somewhere. "Four silvers." I looked up at him my eyes bugging out, almost choking snapping at him, "You have to be joking. These are not worth more then seven coppers, period. " I wasnt offering copper tarsk bits, but full coppers, and so it began. He praising the merits of his wares, me degrading them, letting him know it was a priviledge that I was even considering buying from him. IT went back and forth, but a good dicker, you never know who got the best of who. Back and forth we went, him getting more flowery on his descriptions of the blades, me more profane. The deal struck at a silver and 9 coppers, 3 copper bits. A good bargin for me with how good the blades where, and I got a new whet stone thrown in. We shook hands on it, and he grinned, I just waggled a finger at him like a woman scolding and with my new blades wrapped in a peice of leather, headed towards the cabins


(12/25/07-[17:30:36] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Lake =-
says to All: I pick up two hides, that are finished, they just need to be trimmed. With the bag laying over my shoulder, the strap cross ways on my chest, I step back out of the cabin. I have a bota of water, but naught else with me but the large bag and two hides. Stronger then I look, I carry them, stepping along the pathways, heading out to the lake side. It was warmer here then it was farther north, so I was actually comfortable. I watched a moment as some of the slaves romped in the lake, obviously chilled, but they soon scampered away and I had most of the area to myself. I dropped the hides in the low drying grasses and then lifted the strap over my head. With a deft flick of my wrist, I unrolled both hides, taking the bag and opening it, one of the new hooked blades in my hand. I moved one hide off the other, so that they lay out side by side. Sleen hide, they are hairless, about five foot by six foot. I started at one edge, and began to cut using the hooked point, dragging the blade so that the hide seemed to split as I pulled. I was just cutting off the edges of the hide that are ragged from the tanning process.





(12/25/07-[17:51:39] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Lake =-
says to All: On my knees, I scoot backwards bit by bit, dragging the blade, making the cut as straight as I can, but it will never be perfectly straight, there is just no way without a big enough work bench. That is being set up right now, but it is not done. I work my way around the entire hide, then start to work on the second one. I mutter and give a small curse, looking to make sure no one is near to hear me as I slice open my thumb. Sticking it into my mouth and suckling it, cause dayum that stings like hell. Shaking my head to make the pain of it go away, its just another scar to add to many, I go back to cutting. Shuffling bakwards around the hide, I know I look like a crazy woman, but its what needs to be done. The long wrist thick braid hanging over my left shoulder. I keep tossing it out of the way, but it wont stay out of the way. I think about cutting my hair, but never do, I do not want to look like a short boy. I chuckle and shake my head over that thought as I finish trimming the fur. I lay the knife down, picking up a peice of compressed coal, and begin to lightly sketch out the outlines of a coat that I will have to cut free from the leather. Little dashed lines come out of the first hide, I use as much of the hide as possible, wasting very little, even the scraps later I will find a use for.



(12/25/07-[18:00:22] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Lake =-
says to All: My fingers are quick, it is large, and will be a mans coat, I humm softly while I work, yes, everyone be amazed, a woman that is actually practicing her caste, doing some work. I take up the second hooked blade, it is sharper, more delicate for this kind of work. I cut out the twin peices for the arms, the front panels, and the rear, which is also in two panels. All of them are larger, because they have to be put together in a certain way. Still, I am content out here by the lake, pausing only to take a drink of water from the bota, I set it back down and went back to work. Some of the scraps that were larger, I put aside, the others, I kind of looked at, trying to see what I could do with them. Nothing much right now so they were set in a separate pile. Now here is the trick to working with good thick leather, I took the blade, and with the two peices of the first sleeve one on top of the other, I began to poke holes straight thru both sides with the blade, that would be for the larger leather stitching that everyone sees, then you take a bown awl, and needle with sinew and using a whip stitch, seal it, following up the seam, that way water and other nasty things couldnt get thru the seams, especially if you took bee's wax and oil and let it sit over some warm coals so that the oil and bee's wax soaked into the grain of the leather, making it water proof. I think that this one would be like that, a good waterproof coat, maybe a nice belt to finish it off, I canted my head and looked at it. It would be what it was when it was done.


(12/25/07-[18:07:07] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Lake =-
says to All: With all the peices cut, laid out, I begin to lay them and as I get them alinged how I want them, I use that beautifully sharp blade to slice small slits thru both layers of leather, so that they all line up properly. With the large dimensions of most of the men of Gor, its a good thing that I am making this so large. With my blade I take one of the extra peices of leather, and begin to cut it into thin strips. With those done and set beside me, I sit cross legged out in the field, bent over my work, oblivious to anything else right now. I take the strips, and using the bone awl, I work them thru the slits, about less then a quarter of a hort apart, but here is where it is fun, I twist them, so that they show like a decorative edge, also hiding the outside of the seam from view. First the right sleeve. It takes a while, and I stop only long enough to take a drink from the bota of water, before going back to work.


(12/25/07-[18:15:57] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Lake =-
says to All: I pause in my work, looking out over the lake, its quiet, peaceful over here, so far from the bustle of the fair, but also close enough that if there is trouble I can get help from some of the men that came with Joe. I bend my head back down, going back to work, calloused fingers do not feel the strain, well used to long hours of fine work, I just keep going, stopping once to go to the lake to refill the bota with the cool clear water. Settling back down, I start on the left sleeve. Humming quietly to myself as I work at it. Slip in, twist, push back thru, twist so its flat, come back out and up thru, twist, so that it gives to decorative line over the seam then back under again. It was repetative, but you also had to pay attention , because it was so easy to slip a stich or to twist the wrong direction or one time too many and ruin the whole line.


(12/25/07-[18:22:02] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Central Fires =-
says to All: I paused in my work, I looked it over, not bad, it would do. I was more critical of my work then anyone else was that was for sure. I laid everything down and stretched my back. Looking out at the lake for a few minutes as I heard my stomach grumbling, I stood up, I left everything where it was no one was going to bother it. I started back towards the fair, the vendor that Joe liked to use was right by the fires, and I was hungry. I slipped down there, picking up meat and bread, a cup of hot tea, looking around at the busy place by the fires, nodding to those I knew, and those I didnt.




(12/25/07-[18:33:49] )
Raina
Leatherworker
Hulneth PG

-= Lake =-
says to All: I didnt know all that many, so I hurried back along the pathways back out towards the lake with a contented sigh. Settling back down on the grass, I began to work my way thru the bread and meat, looking out over the water, listening to the shallow waves rippled by the wind as they lapped at the shore line. There was no rushing to me, just relaxing out here, away from the hustle and bustle as I ate and worked. I was enjoying myself, used to being alone more then I was at being around people. I kept eating till the meat and bread was gone, sopping up the last of the meats juices with the dark bread before setting the plate aside and going back to work on the coat. It would take at least another couple of ahns just to get the leather stitching done, not to mention the sinew on the inner sleeve, but I was just about done for the day and there was always tommorow to work on it. Taking it back up, oblivious to the time as I worked, weaving those thin strips of leather in and out of the slits I had cut with the knife, using the awl to push them thru, still humming softly, dark eyes totally intent on my work.