~~as she moves her willowy form to the door of the Paga Den muscles rippling with her light steps before the lamps and fires of the Den...the light shimmers over her satiny flesh...hips moving with a soft sway as she stills in the Kitchen...seeing it is all still quiet as the other girls are tending their chores...she moves to the basins and washes her hands well with soap...then moving to the fires she leans over to place more fuel on the dying flames...the bread for the evening will need to feel the heat of a fire if it is to be ready for the Frees dinner...
~~feeling the heat build she stands before the fire pit for an ihn watching the licks of golden flames greet the wood she has place there...then padding back to the sinks she washes her hands once more before moving to the counters as she shakes her hands dry...reaching the crocks that store the bread she pulls it to her slender form and peers inside as she lifts off the lid knowing that she it has been a while since she baked...the crocks were just about empty..she grins and knows the fresh round loaves she will make will be devoured during the course of the evening meal...
~~pushing the crock back to its home she turns and with a silent step she pads to the shelves before leaning over into the depths of the lower ones...she gathers the large clay mixing bowl...the rounded tins from the back as she moves into the depths knowing her long legs are exposed to the room...a soft sigh of disappointment that no one is here to admire her slave flesh she grasps the the items before shimmering back out of the shelves to stand tall once more and back to the work counters...placing all the vessels down with a small clang she moves over to the store canisters...
~~as her hands grab heavy weight she lifts the sa-tarna flour canister to her chest before moving back to the bowls to rest it there...as she moves to the smaller canisters she gathers the red salt...the yeast and takes that to the bowls as her head flicking her hair out of her way as her blue eyes look over all she has assembled...her mind whirling on what she needs only to see she has forgotten nothing...
~~arching her back before she starts knowing her muscles will be well worked...moans and hurries to the cold room to gather some butter...pulling the heavy door open with all her might she welcomes the shiver that bites at her heated flesh...moving inside the cold air from the dim room rushes over her as she stills before the shelves to gathers the dish of butter and milk before she hurries back out to the brighter light and warmth of the Kitchen once more...with a push of her hip she shuts the door to hold the cold air inside to protect the food of Den...
~~as her hand reaches for the sieve that hangs from the racks she places it on the bowl and draws the canister that stores the sa-tarna flour close to her chest as her nimble fingers work off the lid with a soft ~pop~ then shaking the golden flour free she watches the sa-tarna flour fall into the sieve...then letting the canister settle on the counter her dainty hands begin to carefully shake it through...her eyes watching the golden yellow flour spill through the holes into the bowl below...adding a pinch of the red salt she shakes harder to let it all disappear to the bowl below...
~~lifting a small bowl she scoops some yeast and sugar in it before she pads to the fires...the heat greeting her as she ladles some water from the ever boiling kettle and stirs it well as she watches the yeast and sugar dissolve...light eyes watching as she works to ensure that it doesn't lump and ruin what she is trying to create...her feet padding her back to the counter she makes a well in the center of the flour then dumping the yeast into it she begins to stir making a batter as her hands work it through the flour...slowly but surely taking it further and further into the edges of the mounded flour...her arms feeling the heaviness as it combines...slowly the flour turns to dough as her hands work it constantly...adding the last of the water she scrapes off the last of the flour and feels the stringy dough...
~~punching the dough down with all her might she giggles as it begins to spring back and form a ball in the middle of the bowl once more...then taking a clean rep clothe she covers the bowl to sit for forty-five ehn...gathering all the dishes she has used in her arms she moves over to the sink...and placing them there she fills the basin with cool water...
~~her hands reaching for the soap flakes as she lifts them and dunks her fingers into the chilly water as she cleans off the flour and dough that still sticks to them...with a shake of her dripping hands she pads lightly to the fires before she takes a rep clothe and pours some boiling water into the bucket that sits by the hearth...moving back to the sink she dumps it in with the cold as her hands savor the now mixing water...a smile lights her face at the heat that caresses them...moving quickly back to the fires she rests the empty bucket in its home and scurries back to the steaming basin to wash the dishes as the bread rises...
~~as her fingers feel the holes of the sieve she places it to the side and quickly washes the rest of the vessels that are stacked...as she moves with silent ease she shakes her hands free of the water and taking the rep clothe she begins to dry them one by one and place the vessels away...each in there home as she moves lightly to the shelves and back...after placing the last one home she moves to the covered bowl and peeks under the cloth...
~~seeing the dough has risen beautifully she takes the rounded bread tins and lightly greases them over with her fingers with the bosk butter...a quiver courses through her as her hand feels the hard steel.she wipes her hands on a rep cloth...taking some flour she sprinkles it over the counter before she turns out the dough and begins to knead it well with her hands...her body moving sensuously as she lets her arms and hands move the dough round and punching it hard to watch it bounce back into shape...
~~breaking off some dough she pushes this into a round shape before placing it in the tin that is greased and waiting... she moves it to the side to do another...gathering the tins in her arms she moves to the ovens to bake several times ...her tummy making a sound as she thinks of the scents that will soon be wafting through the Kitchen...pushing them one at a time to the back she gets them all in before she closes the door she moving back to the counter and gathers the large bowl to wash she dips it under the warm water and begins to caress the clay surface as the last of the dough disappears...
~~as she feels a rep clothe in the water she lifts in and squeezes it well...watching the water dribble out of it she pads back to the counter top where she was working and wipes it down clean...her arm arching across the polished surface as she catches the flour in her cupped hand...rinsing it clean she squeezes it out once more and rests it on the rail that lets it dry off...taking a clean rep clothe she quickly dries off the last of the dishes and places them all away...
~~she checks on the bread and they are done she takes them out one by one and sets them to the counter atop a cloth then goes to the cold room and plucks a small bowl of butter and exits the chill of the room closing the door with a bump of her hip...places the butter from the bowl into a small pan melting it above the flames...once melted she pours the butter carefully on top of the breads to soak in then leaving them to cool washes up the pans then traps off to enjoy her free time...
