tray

[tray]

tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Hours later found her waking before the now waning fire. Scattered around were the scrolls she had been reading over. Gathering them now, she took care to place them back each to its proper place. Two more pieces of wood were fed upon the waning fire, along with more cajoling with the poker. Bathed in the warmed glow, a swaggering sway of her wiry form entered into the kitchen.


tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Coaxing down a simple mug then to fill with water, she grazed the rim against the soft parting of her lips and drank greedily of the refreshing liquid. Pads of her fingertips weaved a path across both eyes, scaring away the remains of sleep. Slapping of her feet resounded with each exploring step of the room. Familiarizing herself where everything was located, for sooner or later Master would question her

tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Gathering up what was needed for a kettle of black wine, she was soon bustling about with a soft humming to keep her company. Leaving it to simmer over the cooking fires, she returned back into the main gathering room. She ached to go fishing. Perhaps she would be allowed to fashion a pole and explore the surrounding area. Surely there was a pond, stream, or somewhere along the beaches that was abundant with fish, ready waiting to lured to nibble upon her baited hook.

tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Dreams of fishing she cast aside. Smoothing down the tunic, she pondered slipping outside and setting off on adventure exploring the region that Master now called home. First off she flitted about the room, tidying the place up a bit. Drawing near the entry, she gathered a soft woolen cloak lined with fur to toss over her shoulders. Fingers wound around the handle of the door and gave it a sharp tug opening it. A slight creak squealed while she cast eyes towards Master’s chambers. No noise came out except for his breathing that whispered against the shell of her ears. Sated she’d not wakened him, the hut she left with a gentle closing of the door.

tray
property of Aldoran

is uopn the path and says to ALL: The warmth of the hut left behind, she drew in breaths of the early cold morning. Iciness teased at the pertness of her nose and loosened a soft peal of laughter. Standing just before the hut, she pondered where to venture next. A heated debate took place, playing a myriad of to pass across her face. Moccasin covered feet sped one forward and off she went in a swirling of the oversized cloak she’d borrowed. Jet-black eyes dawdled from one sight to another as the morning sun peaked over the horizon in the east.

tray
property of Aldoran

is uopn the path and says to ALL: She drew near a wagon; a note was penned with her name. Timidly she drew closer. Unfastening the pin, a fingertip slid under the fold and opened the note. Jet-black eyes darted across the words, upon completion a smile found way to her face. Folding the note, she tucked it away into the folds of a pocket. –stones- the word caught upon the wind that sent muddied red tresses to plow repeatedly across her face. With a swaggering sway to her gait, she set off in search of stones for the Mistress who left her the note.

tray
property of Aldoran

is at the wild flower meadow and says to ALL: Exploring being the next best thing to fishing, she cut across a meadow. Chore at hand she kicked at the dead grass loosening a small stone that went sailing wildly across the meadow. Laughing she sped off chasing it down. Falling to one knee, fingers probed into the grass and shied it away from its hiding place along with another she fingered while her eyes noted its worth.

tray
property of Aldoran

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: Two stones now followed the note to be tucked away into the folds of a pocket; she rose from the half kneeling she took to ground. Trees now beckoned her, their branches that swayed back and forth in the wind; almost sounded like wailing pitch of a haunting song. Lured by the sound moccasin covered feet crunched a path weaving between the semi-shadowiness of the forest.

tray
property of Aldoran

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: A wealth of stones could be found here, if only one knew where to look. Probing the ground with her jet-black orbs, searching the carpet of pine needles, patches of moss, and patches of grassy weeds that sought to cover from tree to tree, with a soft lunge she found ground sinking around her knees while her fingers dug loose a gathering of stones that lined around the gnarled roots of one tree.

tray
property of Aldoran

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: With pockets now bulging from the abundance of stones gathered upon her trekking of the forest, she sought to find the path she’d taken upon entering. Stealing a lick across her lips, she started whistling softly accompanying the sound of the swaying limbs overhead. Light filtered upon the edge of the forest that she neighed upon. The meadow lying just beyond, turning she bid a farewell to the forest with a smile recalling the adventure shared with it this lovely day.

tray
property of Aldoran

is at the wild flower meadow and says to ALL: She’d taken it slow swaggering her gait across the meadow. Laden also were the bulging pockets, full of stones that bounced against her wiry form. Fingers swept, dragging away the motley muddied red tresses that tried to blind her jet-black orbs. Savoring the chill that bathed across her flushed cheek she found the wagon just over one hill. Finally drawing closer, she knelt there to the steps leading up inside. The note she placed upon one, held by a stone, then another she pilled up the booty found in the forest. Knowing Mistress would understand and not kick away, she turned and sought the path leading to Master’s hut.

[serpant]

thankyou hun they will come in handy

[tray]

tray
property of Aldoran

is at the wild flower meadow and says to ALL: She captured an early bloom that woke way too soon; she’d pinched it near where its stem entered the ground. Drifting past the wagon of earlier, there between cracks of the door, she slid the stem between the cracks. A gift for the words Mistress left upon finding the stones she’d gathered earlier in the day. The task was a pleasure to perform for her. She paused a moment to settle upon one step before moving on.


thank you Mistress

[tray]

PIC]
tray
property of Aldoran

is at the wild flower meadow and says to ALL: Ticking items on her fingers of one hand, she swept in a lunging motion. Plowing across the meadow with the wind whipping fiercely upon the cropped muddied red c.s that teased unmercifully across her brow, she was heading towards the forest.

tray
property of Aldoran

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: The meadow lingering in her shadow behind, a foot brushed forward taking a step between trees. A faint path was plowed form her earlier trekking adventure searching for stones. Bathed in the semi-shadowy darkness, she dashed over the heavy undergrowth of the forest flooring. A sturdy enough limb jet-black orbs sought. One that would prove trusty and worthy to catch a fine mess of fish, skidding to a halt she knelt to one knee grasping one felled branch. Fingers probed down along its length, across the gnarled knobs that had once proved to be blossoming twigs now long gone. Brows arched in while she pondered upon searching more.

tray
property of Aldoran

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: Having discovered a large stone, she sat squatted there in the forest; stone in one hand and while in the other gripped around the limb. The stone she raked up and down upon the limb, striving to form a well rounded shape. Pieces of bark shavings fell upon her legs, dusting against the cloak. While she worked at the limb, she started whistling softly a tune that many a times brought a smile to her lips.

tray
property of Aldoran

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: Nearly done, just a few more things needed to be done. That she’d have to take care at Master’s hut. Rising, her moccasin clad feet swept back across the forest flooring. Each tree she would bow a dipping of her head in reverence of their great beauty, to which nothing could be compared. Gripping the branch now in her left hand, she used it as walking stick that tapped with each step taken. Smoothness of its skin tingled under the caress of her fingertips. –You’ll do nicely- she spoke to it. A name, she would have to name it. Mulling a name for the fishing pole to be, she drew nigh upon the meadow again.

[tray]

tray


is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Tapping her way back around front, the limb she left just left of the door. Later she would finish it. Nudging fingers around the handle she swept across the threshold. Once inside, the cloak was swept from shoulders to hang upon a peg bored into one wall. Moccasins were kicked off and tucked away. Bare toes now prowled across the entry and turned left. Passing through the main gathering area, she drew into the kitchen. She’d already investigated it thoroughly upon waking first thing in the wee hours of the morning.


tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Peering about shelves, she gathered down one bowl, another, then one more. All three she placed upon the counter. Caressing whispers of her toes sped across to storage area. There she gathered up salt, flour and a tin of tarsk drippings. All these laden in her arms she turned and glided back into the kitchen. Bowls she nudged to one side while laying down these items. Ducking quickly out the back door, she pulled loose a bota of water well chilled from the coldness of the breeze. Laid aside, she gathered close the largest bowl of the three. Salt and flour soon measured and poured into the bowl. Taking a spoon, she dug into the tin cutting into the dry mixture. While she worked, she’d started whistling softly again, between now and then hefting a breath to blow away a stray lock that pestered across her brow. –pesky thing – she mumbled at it while working in a few drops of the cold water. Soon the dough got the right consistency needed to roll it out.

tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: A rolling pin procured from a shelf, she sprinkled a bit of flour upon the counter. Gathering her hands into the bowl, she rolled the dough into a ball then splat it upon the floured countertop. Taking the rolling pin, she sunk in down upon the dough. Rolling forward, then back; – a pan-, she needed that next upon getting the dough rolled just right. Jet-black orbs roved from one shelf to another, there it was! -yes-, spoken as her flour tinged fingers captured it.

tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Gingerly she cut away at the dough with the spoon, into several even pieces. Finding a cloth, she swept fingers into a pail of water in the basin washing away the flour. Ramberries she dumped into a bowl and flooded flourishing rivulets of water over them. Dunking her hands into the bowl, she drained them. Drifting into the storage room she searched for sugar. Found, she carried back into the kitchen. A sprinkling over the ramberries, then with a stirring she let that set a moment while she set about forming the dough into shapes for the tarts.

tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: A hefty spoonful of the berries she cajoled between each tart shaped dough, and then pinched shut with her fingertips. The scent teased her pert little nose to crinkle, resisting the urge to sample a berry, soon she had all filled, and edges pinched shut. Prodding a fork into each, she left little cuts just midway. Now for the last part, she took the pan and spread a thin later of the drippings so they’d not stick. Still whistling, the pan she cajoled into the brazier. While they were soaking up the heat, searing the sumptuous juices of the berries into the dough, she gathered up the dishes. Each with care she cleaned along with others that someone had brought into the room.

tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: One all were clean, she replaced each to their appropiate shelf. Same she did of the salt, sugar, flour and tarsk drippings. Returning back to the kitchen, she took hold a cloth and scoured down the counter, her presence there a mere memory now. While waiting for the tarts to cook to a golden brown, she swaggered into the gathering room and sought about tending the fire.

tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Just another log it needed, she gave one a toss upon the amber coals and gave it good prodding with the poker. She sunk to her knees, soaking up the warmth offered to her, while a scent from the kitchen wafted into the room. –Soon-, whispered across her lips. Laying aside the poker, she spent a moment in thought. She’d have to search out bait to use for fishing, and procuring something to use for fishing line. Oh and a hook. Committing all to memory, she stood. Shuffling back into the kitchen, a cloth draped over her fingers she checked upon the tarts. – just a moment longer- she was strange, speaking as she did to inanimate objects. But perhaps they heard her. Smiling she drifted around the kitchen, taking the bota, she returned it back outside, but not before pouring herself a drink into a mug.

tray
property of Aldoran

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: The water soothed down across her parched throat, soothing the thirst she’d worked up so far this day. Draining down the last drop, the tarts were ready; their scent was driving her senses mad with want to taste just one. Removing the pan, she laid aside to let them cool before removing each. Jet-black eyes roved from one golden browned tart to another, the juice of the berries hinted at the fork cutting marks she’d made to each center. Once cool, she sought to find a basket. Fetching also a clean cloth, she pushed into the bottom of the basket. Each tart was laid with care upon it, and then as the last one was laid to rest, she draped the end of the cloth to retrain some warmth for when she’d deliver them.

tray
property of Aldoran

is uopn the path and says to ALL: The pan she’d clean later. Basket in tow she prowled towards the door. Shoving on the moccasins, and the cloak to swish across her shoulders, she pulled open the door. Pulling it closed behind her, she set off to deliver them. Wetting her lips, she drew in a breath and whistled her way down a path, the basket swinging there over one arm.

tray
property of Aldoran

is at the home of Maccy and J'sari and says to ALL: Ceasing her maddening whistling, she hesitated a moment before calling out softly, Master, Mistress…. Ramberry tarts, might one bring in? With each breath she drew in, the scent of the tarts teased at her senses.

J'sari/Maccy
With Child
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at the home of Maccy and J'sari and says to tray property of Aldoran: hearing a sweet voice I slip over opening the door and smiling seeing the lovely girl~ tal bondmaid come in

tray
property of Aldoran

is at the home of Maccy and J'sari and says to J'sari/MaccyWith ChildHu: - greetings Master, am called tray -, aptly named perhaps she swept inside with the basket held over one arm. Shifting left of the door, she awaited the Master to direct her movements.

J'sari/Maccy
With Child
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at the home of Maccy and J'sari and says to tray property of Aldoran: well I am the Mistress ~chuckles as I look at You seeing a small basket and smelled something delicious~ you can set it here on the table ...Maccy will be out shortly and I will make sure he knows You have brought a gift

tray
property of Aldoran

is at the home of Maccy and J'sari and says to J'sari/MaccyWith ChildHu: -many pardons Mistress..... am clearly blind today-, she hung down her eyes while moving towards the table. there she settled the basket filled with the lovely sumptuous smelling tarts. - do hope you and the Master find them pleasing, Mistress-


J'sari/Maccy
With Child
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at the home of Maccy and J'sari and says to tray property of Aldoran: I look over them keenly ....the lofting smeel making My tummy growl softly.....I lean down and press a small hand tot he top of the pastry seeing they are still warm and licking My lips~ Ohhhhh this is delicious thank you tray did you bake them

tray
property of Aldoran

is at the home of Maccy and J'sari and says to J'sari/MaccyWith ChildHu: - yes Mistress, not long ago- her words barely above a whisper while she withdrew from the table....her footfalls teetering there by the door, readying for when Mistress choose to dismiss her. She smiled stealing a look towards the table, spying Mistress peek into the basket.


J'sari/Maccy
With Child
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at the home of Maccy and J'sari and says to tray property of Aldoran: thank you girl Its muchly appreciated....you may go back to yoru chores and please post this on the board...you should be noted for your hardwork

tray
property of Aldoran

is at the home of Maccy and J'sari and says to J'sari/MaccyWith ChildHu: - yes Mistress, many thanks....... and please if they aren't up to your liking, will do better next time. may the day bring much happiness to you, Mistress and Master.-, a smile graces to her lips while she quietly slipped out the door.


J'sari/Maccy
With Child
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at the home of Maccy and J'sari and says to tray property of Aldoran: laughing as I smile...not ever thinking of a tart i didnt like to eat...~ aye and if its not I will have you make them until they were perfect .

tray
property of Aldoran

is uopn the path and says to J'sari/MaccyWith ChildHu: She caught Mistress’s words just before door shut totally closed, a peal of laughter fell from her lips at her words. She turned and smiled at the house. Back outside, she started whistling up happily again while her small moccasin clad feet danced upon the path.

[tray]

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Moving towards the kitchen, fingers snag around the six foot limb she’d found and smoothed from the forest. An eyelet she found while forging through Master’s forge she bored into one end. Into the storage area she moved, prowling from shelf to shelf there hidden in a corner gathered a small ball of twine.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Squirreling away in the same corner as the limb, fingers worked at the twine, twisting and tugging till it was strong enough to use for fishing. Gauging about ten feet or so would suffice, rows of whites gnawed off the rest. Fastening it through the eyelet, a smile darted quickly across her lips. It might do in a rush she guessed. –a fishing we’ll go-, her voice lightly called out in a sing-song sweet tone. Gathering the pole, she gathered up moccasins and the trusty cloak that enveloped her small frame to billow way over her long slender legs, reaching the handle she drew open the door and left the hut.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at the wild flower meadow and says to ALL: She hesitates; her footfalls ceased while she shifted from foot to foot a moment; she blinked those piercing jet-black orbs adjusting to the shadows of the night. Turning right she loped inside the forge. A sliver of metal, she took a hammer to, bending and twisting into a hook shape. Knotting to the end of her line, she started whistling softy and gathered a stray bucket. Off to capture crickets, grasshoppers or worms, either would prove worthy bait for fish. Pole resting over a shoulder, the bucket swayed with her gentle rocking gait that loped happily now across a field.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at the wild flower meadow and says to ALL: Many a day of late she longed for the water, the feel of spray finding way to her face, the scent of fish crinkling up her pert little nose. –Yes-, she spoke softly to herself, fingers were draped lovingly around mid point of the pole. –you’ll do fine, bailey-, she finally settled upon a name for it. So there she, bailey and the bucket swept deep into the night, savoring the breeze that crept across her motley head, plowing tendrils of muddied red to taunt across her brows.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: The forest beckoned before her eyes, a spurt of a run she gave chase towards it. Delving now into the blanketed darkness that lingered under the heavily draping limbs of the massive giants, she slowed her pace and gingerly crunched footfalls upon the forest floor. Plunging deeper, she slid to a halt under one massive giant. There she dropped to one knee, then another found nestled against it. Fingers lifted rocks, and sought out little crawly things underneath, dropping one then another into the small bucket.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: Gathering just what she needed, she bid farewell to the rest scurrying away. –Next time-, she whispered to them. Finding her feet back upon the ground, she gave a scrutinizing glance about the forest. A slight sound perked to her ears, water? A stream perhaps? Her footfalls drove off in search of the sound. Mayhap she’d not have to venture upon the beach, if she could find a stream, her own little fishing paradise.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: -there you are-, her voice slightly excited while drawing near upon it. With a plop, she sank down near the waters edge. Eager to capture one, perhaps two that she could cook up for Master; fingers caught at one of the crawlers and pierced the hook through and through. With a swift jerk of her delicate, yet sturdy wrist, she sent the line sinking down into the stream. Heels dug into the ground and drew knees up close to her chest.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: - now we wait, bailey-, holding fingers just above the lower end of the pole, she cast a glance up nights sky. Sparkling twinkles of stars shimmered upon her from under the branches. There to her right, a patch of moss mingled with the grass. Creeping across were more crawly creatures. Fingers scampered upon the ground and she laughed watching them high tail it out of sight.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: -you know bailey,- her words ceased while jet-blacks drank in the beauty of the forest, the stream, the sky; -not such a bad life here, we will have such adventures!- Fingers swept along the pole while her rapt attention sought upon the stream. She briefly pondered staking the pole into a hole of the ground and venturing to remove her moccasins and splashing about. If not for scaring away what fish might be swimming in there, she quickly shelved the idea for another time. A lopsided smile found her lips while recalling the day at the lake with Master. He’d let her take a dive into the icy water.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: -Bailey-, there she went talking to her fishing pole, not mad as some might think, just thought of other things holding a life long after it was cut short. –If this world is wearing thin, and you’re thinking of escape, I’ll go anywhere with you, just wrap me up in chains, but if you try to go alone, don’t think I’ll understand-, the words sung in a sweet tone, the sound ringing to travel with the breeze nipping at her nose. Tongue caught and sped along her lips before she continued, -stay with me…….stay with me….-, each word was slowly drawn out in a beguiling voice. Just as she was to begin another verse, the line jerked. – a fishy, bailey…shhh-, she leaned forwards letting the fish fully nibble upon the bait before she would give a harsh tug, tossing it to land upon the ground. Watching the line, brows narrowed along with her eyes then she gave a sharp tug backwards upon the pole. Swinging it back and to her left, a medium sized fish fell, thrashing about on the grass. – well……well……..well, what do have here bailey?-, she chuckled and drug out another to bait upon the hook that she gingerly drug loose from the fishes mouth. Snatching hold of his slippery finned tail, she gave him a toss into the bucket. Line baited, she gave the line a hing lunge into the stream. Stabbing the shaft of the pole into the ground, fingers caught the bucket to fill with water. Just one more and she’d be done for the night.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: The bucket place next to the pole, she squatted back down upon the ground. Loving fingers caught and pulled it from the ground. After awhile she was hefting out bailey’s line, another fine catch of fish lingering there upon the hook. Prying loose the hook, she gave it a dunking splash into the bucket along with the other. –Not bad eh, bailey?-, her lips grinning big gave a pat of fingers along the smooth wood. Nothing much more to do, she glanced into the bucket, and dove fingers into the murky water that the fish flayed about, trying to finish off the last of her bait floating around in there too.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is in the forest, past the small gap in the mountains toward the middle of the Island and says to ALL: With bailey, the bucket in tow she stood. A bow of respect her motley head bowed in respect to the stream. –We’ll come back-, she vowed and turned with a splashing of water to tumble from the bucket while she weaved back through the trees.

tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Moments later, she neared his hut. Bailey she rested just shy of the door while her fingers caught the handle, a twist and it opened sending warmth to billow across her face. Snatching at bailey, she swept inside and nudged the door shut with a back sweeping kick of one small foot.


tray {Aldoran}
restricted from sexual use
Hulneth Isle, GRP

is at one of the Guest Cabins and says to ALL: Bailey she put to rest in the storage are, the fish she left in the cold room to later scale and filet.

[Nyah]

Just letting you know I read your work lass I am pleased with your imput . Well done you do your Masters collar proud lass...

Nyah *s*