Crumbled Cream

[06:42:49]  Malachi Stormcrow: "Tal, girl," he said, and then realized he had never wondered about her name before now. "It and I are seeking that fish from the other day. Do you remember where it went?"

[06:43:31]  tamia Darkstone smiled back but stayed where she was, just listening to the conversation about the missing fish. It was totally a where is nemo moment, but this time the fish was definitely dead.

[06:44:13]  Melanie Cvercko pondered his words "The one that I brought back Jarl?" she asked stepping closer to a small container that she had packed snow in as well as the fish..she would have kept it cold for him of course.

[06:46:12]  Malachi Stormcrow: "Yes! That's the one. The big long fat one that was flopping about." He thought for a moment more. "And that long knife of mine. Been used for kitchen ... ing, I suppose?" He frowned.

[06:48:10]  Melanie Cvercko grinned as she yanked the little container out from the corner she kept it over there so that the water as it did melt would drain without making a mess "Ahh yes Jarl guilty of kitchening with your knife I am sorry" she stated and quickly spun about yanking the stated item from the counter. With a swift motion she used the corner of her kirtle to brush away any evidence " see good as new " she stated and handed it to him handle first.

[06:50:21]  tamia Darkstone eyes went wide as she noticed the offered knife, the same one she had seen crumbed cream use the night before. Dirty slut she was, she had used the handle for more then the blade. She peeked closer trying to see if the handle was wiped clean as well, "wipe the handle down too!!"

[06:52:51]  Malachi Stormcrow grasped the handle, thinking it rather ... sticky ... and raised a brow of suspicion. "And ... why would I need to do that, It?" He wanted his fish, grilled to perfection with the perfect blend of seasonings. But now he was curious.

[06:55:15]  Melanie Cvercko had heard It and just about dropped the knife and yeah if she would have done that surely it would have been a mess as her reflexes would have went down and more then likely gripped the blade. As the Jarl pulled the handle she just about exhaled in relief but then did turn towards It pondering what the handle could have been used for. Not really knowing what it had gone through the night prior she just sorta turned and busied herself with the fish while the two spoke. "Did you want me to prepare it for you Jarl..or maybe It if she knows how you like it?" she just wanted to seem busy as she did hate when there was that tension in the air..
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[06:58:25]  tamia Darkstone wasn't expecting to be questioned about it and being such a good bond she couldn't really tattle on poor crumbed cream, she could however change the direction of the mini inquisition on the new girl, melanie. It was so generous like that. "ermm Master well....she had the knife" She pointed to melanie as she continued, "maybe she knows why?" Feeling foolish she would make a face and lower her eyes whispering softly now, "but still Master, if the knife was used to slay a fish and your fingerprints are now on the handle, i wouldn't want you to be attacked at sea by revenge" It was a silly answer but that it at times, very very silly.

[07:02:54]  Malachi Stormcrow turned to It and handed her the knife, blinking at the strange response. "Has your master been teaching you riddles?" He had his own and asked her, to occupy her thoughts for a bit while he decided to keep the knife and clean it himself. "Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking." He paused and smiled. "I would see your skill in cooking fish," he told the slave who had helped him catch it. "What is your name, so that there might be less confusion?"
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[07:06:08]  tamia Darkstone would reach for the knife and then move her hand back down. Her Master did teach her a lot, riddles as well for he was the Riddler after all. "yes, Master seems so" she would whisper softly and then with the riddle in her head she would move over to a crate and sit down. Murmuring the words over to herself, she would raise one leg and rest her arm on it, her chin on her hand, and staying like that while she watched melanie and the Master with the fish - the oddest threesome she had ever seen- she would ponder about the riddle quietly.
[07:07:10]  Malachi Stormcrow: ((I'm being summoned. Have fun you two))
[07:07:22]  Malachi Stormcrow: ((I expect good fish later))
[07:07:22]  tamia Darkstone: (( ty for the rp :) have fun ))
[07:07:25]  Melanie Cvercko: ((kk thank you

[07:09:05]  Melanie Cvercko turned as she muttered under her breath "Melanie is what I am called the village Jarl liked the sound" she had been lucky surely as the other bonds had been called horrid names. "I shall cook the fish Jarl and place it within your wagon while you rest" she called out as she noticed him moving off. "It what happened to the knife?" Now she was curious.

[07:11:36]  tamia Darkstone would glance up as she went over the riddle in her head. Cold but alive, but it didn't breathe so it couldn't be a person or an animal. In water since it was never thirsty but drank a lot, submerged maybe though the rest of the riddle made no sense to her. With a blink she would call out, "aha i got it!!" and then frown as she quickly added, "no i don't" and then chuckle softly as if she had lost her mind - not yet. "Oh the blade!" she would hop off the crate and move closer, her voice lowering as she whispered secretively, "if i tell you promise you won't tell a soul?"

[07:16:46]  Melanie Cvercko just watched It curiously people here in the Alar were strange indeed it was possibly the fact that they were outside in the elements at all times unless holed up in some small wagon or tent. "I promise" she stated nodding all serious like as she was still trying to figure out in her own mind what could be so secretive.

[07:21:56]  tamia Darkstone grinned and whispered low, "it's a sad tale really, the one of crumbed cream. She lost her Master during a hunt, he was never seen again, though they whisper he left when he noticed how crumby her cream was. Why he didn't kill her or sell her though remains a mystery. Another tale that is gossiped is that perhaps she did him in before he could her, but no body has been found so despite the speculation there is no proof. After all many men go missing in gor, off on adventure or who knows what." She would pause and take a bowl of gruel from the side, greedily spooning some in her mouth while she continued the tale. "Crumbed cream isn't like the other slaves" Not that the rest of the slaves were any normal, well, in truth melaine was lucky enough to be stuck with it, the oddest of them all but she had no red nose. "I was making my way towards the kitchen to get a snack - ermm to do some chores - when i heard some moans. At first i thought it was the bosks, but no, the closer i got, the louder the moans got.
[07:21:56]  tamia Darkstone:  I crept into the kitchen and right here on the floor behind the counter" It would point to the floor with her booted foot swaying through the air, "was crumbed cream withering on the ground with the blade between her legs. She was lucky she was smart enough to use the handle i think"

[07:25:00]  Melanie Cvercko eyes widened as she heard her and just about choked laughing. "Why was she using a knife..I have never met cream" she stated matter of factly as she still tried to figure out why one would be so desperate. "And I touched it..."she furrowed her brow and immediatly turned to the cleansing water to wash her hands before messing with the Jarls fish "thats..just odd" she mumbled once more.

[07:27:50]  tamia Darkstone laughed softly and shrugged, "something about that knife that reminded her of cock i guess, or maybe the smell of fish turned her on. Crumb is an odd one to be sure." She grinned and gave melanie and glance, "yes, but you didn't lick it, licking would be worse than touching i think" Odin knew why anyone would lick a knife handle, well it knew as well but not out of crumb's cunt would she be willing to lick that knife. "So, anything exciting happen?" She would take another scoop of gruel, eating it as she watched melanie wash her hands.
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[07:32:07]  Melanie Cvercko shook her head quickly as it had been rather quiet much more quiet then she was used to. The days in the village were long doing this chore and that chore and then hearing a Jarl yell out for mead it was sorta layed back here which was odd once you were used to the hustle and bustle of a village. "Not really its been very quiet ever since that raid I think" she turned now yanking the fish up to the counter to begin removing the snow from the fish "What do you normally do here to keep yourself entertained?" The fact being she might not ever see her village again especially if someone didn't leave that stupid gate unlocked.

[07:35:38]  tamia Darkstone reached up to wipe the gruel from her chin and then proceeded to finish what was left of it. "it is normally quiet, i am usually off to one side with my thoughts, sketching things or just writing. Or i do some chores on my own" She would glance around, listening to the way the wind whistled by just as lonely as the camp could seem. "If that isn't enough, there is the serving of food and drink to the free" In truth she couldn't say what the other slaves did, just what she normally did from time to time. "what was your home like? do you miss it?"

[07:39:41]  Melanie Cvercko turned and grasped a piece of rence paper to place upon the counter as she lifted her gaze out in the open as if thinking. "The village was nice it was often busy with people here and there, not many bonds so we were kept busy with drinks or chores or just doing odds and ends but we were always busy. I do miss the closeness of the village it wasn't as spread out and often people were chattering its different here really." Fingertips begin to open the fish that she did dehead, descale and cleand the day prior so two filets would be shown. "Not saying I don't enjoy it here its ..just different and alot to get used to."

[07:45:38]  tamia Darkstone would move to the sink and while she cleaned out the bowl she would respond. "it sounds very pretty. I guess it would be different here, maybe more quieter but it wasn't always like this." When there were less people living in the laager it was different but with more and more people moving it, oddly enough it seemed quieter. "the space is quite big, but i guess it means there is more to explore as well" She would dry the bowl and place it back on the shelf, leaning on the counter as she watched melanie prepare the fish. "no, i understand what you are saying. Are the men of your village different from here? The Mistresses?"

[07:50:51]  Melanie Cvercko turned a moment leaving the fish to thaw just for a few "The Jarls are the same I would think they are very head strong and really do not take to much lip so to speak. The one Jarl that is here ..the one that almost got burned..he was my favorite within the village." Spinning towards the counter once more she poked her finger still feeling the snow upon the surface so carefully gathering the rence paper she moved closer to the flames and placed her work station so to speak now in that spot. "The Mistresses well I think here they avoid the slaves in the village they don't like us but they don't avoid us either. I don't mind them either I just do what I am asked and get it over with...I may push a Jarl a tad more cause oddly enough I do believe the Men have more patience with slaves then Female."

[07:55:21]  tamia Darkstone would nod, "Yes i think men are men wherever you go. Though i don't think you will be going back, but tis not my decision really." She would casually lean against the counter and nibble on her lower lip, something she always did when she was half in thought. "The Mistresses here...." she trailed her words off to silence, rather thinking it was best to say little. "I agree, i think men have more patience with slaves then females" She had seen it, even with captive females, they rarely wanted to speak to or even be approached by slaves. But she supposed it was normal considering the world was definitely a man's world.

[08:10:19]  Melanie Cvercko nodded at the words that were expressed, reaching out and grasping a few spices she begin to sprinkle a few upon the fish as she begin to allow the thoughts that had been lingering to fall freely from her mind. "I had heard rumor from a thrall that the village thought I was released but I suppose I would have heard it from a Jarl here if I was right?" she was pretty clueless about all of this and just sort of floated around doing what she thought was needed. "I find that at least for me the men of Gor are the same and the Mistresses well they are all so different, some friendly to a freaky way and others so stand offish that you feel sad for them." Tossing a bit of bosk butter within a pan so that it would melt quickly from there she would dribble it upon the fish enough so that she then could shake the fish within the paper allowing the spices to stick before placing it within a pan for cooking. "You have been in the Alar long..your Jarl is an Outrider?"

[08:18:16]  tamia Darkstone felt a bit useless as she watched melinda with the fish but she truly believed if too many hands got involved in a simple cooking, it would turn out a disaster. "Hmm i don't know, i don't speak to many to know most things. Though i agree, if you had been released, surely one of the men would have let you known, or atleast payed for your passage home" She would nod again in agreement, "yes, most men are the same but Mistresses tend to be very different, i prefer the ones in between the two you described but either way i just do what i am told to do and pay them no mind." The smells of the spiced fish cooking with the butter, filled the room and it inhaled the aroma. "I have been here since my Master moved a few moons ago, but not that long to know everyone and everything. My Master is an Outrider but hunts a lot so he is always out and about." She would smile and her face would glow as she thought of her Master and instantly she became shy and let her long wavy hair, frame her face in shadows as she tilte
[08:18:16]  tamia Darkstone: d her head down. From that hiding spot she would whisper out, "do you have a Master?"

[08:21:41]  Melanie Cvercko watched as It moved about the fish was doing its thing so she spun finding a moment to just talk which was nice "No, I was a village bond so I suppose you can say I had many and now I suppose I still do" The fact being she knew noone except the Mistress with the blonde hair, the Jarl that moved into the wagon earlier and now It so everyone was odd to her at times "While he is away do you worry?" she would ask cause she knew her closest friend in the village often would cry to her and even talk endless hours of fear he wouldn't come back.

[08:25:52]  tamia Darkstone smiled and curled her hands into the folds of her kirtle. Did she worry? Endlessly, she worried for his safety, even though he was a great warrior. She would pause before she spoke, choosing her words wisely, "i do worry, i miss him more than i worry, but i can not control what could happen so i hope and think that all is well" Tears were at times for the weak and foolish and though it would cry when she was alone, she could never do so in front of another, unless they were very close to her but she tended to keep people somewhat away from her, and that was another story. "I care deeply for him" was all she added before she glanced back up and smiled, "is it hard to be a village slave?"

[08:29:57]  Melanie Cvercko could tell that It felt strongly for her Jarl and often by her own experiances they were the closest of relationships between slave and Jarl. The visual of her expression would allow her to know that the words that were expressed weren't the entire truth it was deeper. "It is hard as often you see a Jarl and bond together in a corner or away in a hut or..just having time alone with what they own. During those times I do just do chores and wander about so yes its hard but the plus side is within the longhall I am able to serve whoever ..whenever no worries if I am to be called or whatever it may be." Mel herself would of course try to play it up as if she didn't mind but everyone knew that a bond or kajira only yearned for one thing when they were a true slave and that would be ownership..to be owned.

[08:39:17]  tamia Darkstone would listen even if her mind was now on her Master. Even with just the thought of him, the whisper of words about him, her pulse raised and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Her eyes would go languid and sparkle with a certain light that would make herself glow. It was in love with her Master even if she would never admit to it, even if it was obvious she adored him. This was something new to her as was slavery, and she wasn't ready to admit to her feelings not as easy as she had surrendered into being his slave. "it seems to be different, but i've never been a village slave before, so i just wondered" She supposed it would be hard at times, but chores were ever present and always useful to distract from anything that could maybe hurt. "At least you get to meet more men that way i would think and perhaps choose your own Master if possible" She would laugh softly trying to change the mood and topic, but in truth all slaves knew that it wasn't so. If a slave choose their own Master, there was always th
[08:39:17]  tamia Darkstone: e risk of death. "speaking of which, you should maybe go see if any of the free...well Masters" she would wink at melanie, "need anything" It would move towards the end of the counter, only to whirl around dramatically, "oh and by the way, about crumbled cream...something...i forgot to say and i think you should know." She would grin wickedly and lean towards melanie, voice hushed, "she was seen entering the healer's hut, there is a reason she is called crumbled cream and i think she was using the handle more to scratch an itch than for any pleasure. After all her Master was called, Mighty Longsword and not for any weapon, so i don't think a handle of that size would prove worthy or apt enough to bring her pleasure" She would almost giggle.

[08:45:21]  Melanie Cvercko couldn't help but laugh as she spun about grasping the fish from the flames it was done to the liking of the Jarl surely ..well so she hoped. "Yes I do have to get this to the Jarls hut or umm wagon" she laughed slightly and moved to grab two plates, one would cover the other so that the fish stayed warm. "Thanks for talking with me It and telling me of the slave it seems there is much to get used to and hopefully not to get used to actually" With a careful toss she placed the pan within the basin for later cleaning. "I am sure your Jarl will be back soon and well especially if he is as great as you seem to glow when thinking about him. "Carefully making her way towards the wagon she was actually happy she had spoke with another it made her feel less alone.

[08:50:07]  Tahlos Darkfold walked up to the wagon casually as a man filled with change in his pocket. He would look around, then move to the counter rummaging somewhat. He'd soon picked up some dried bosk and chewed on it, then a loaf of bread and turned to stroll off. Nodding to it as he passed her, one side of his cheek a lump filled with food...

[09:21:41]  Melanie Cvercko spins around noting It her attentions lingered briefly "Everything okay..I didn't burn the wagon down did I ?"

[09:23:40]  tamia Darkstone inhaled sharply and then glanced down before she spoke, "no no but....you have met crumbled cream and i remembered that you did cook with her. I hope for your sake you and she washed your hands." She would glanced up and then very softly she said, "she said her name was trouble, but alas that was crumbled" Lies, but it would nod, having to get trouble back for throwing snow at her.

[09:25:14]  Melanie Cvercko eyes widened as she tried to think of Trouble doign what was said and just hid a gag " I didn't think she would do such..." shaking her head she just laughed and moved off " See the people of the Alar are strange indeed..except you of course It"

[09:25:46]  tamia Darkstone would just grin.