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       Good Morning!
       By: sol Date: March 9, 2014, 8:20 am
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       (03/09/14 05:55:46 ) *Beautiful..Bold..Brazen*
       ..sol..{AT}
       Bondmaid -- Trainer
       Ax Glacier Outpost - PoD
       is Standing around or seated at the many tables within the Hall
       of Shields
       says to ALL: -a delicate pair of bared feet dance across the
       floor of the Great Hall, the exit from His longhouse had been a
       good one, His tea had been prepared for when He awoke..rest had
       been sweet, yet it is the time of day to once more begin the
       life of a bond..A sinful body clad in a simple kirtle of wool,
       the material alone failing at such a feeble attempt to cover
       what surely the Gods had created for the sheer pleasure of Men's
       eyes, what lies beneath that material, and even beyond the flesh
       that covers bones, a heat generated by the pure love, desire and
       need to serve, not only to serve half heartiedly, but with every
       fiber and being of a volcanic soul and mind. Many live to serve,
       but so very few actually devote every moment of their life in
       determination to do that. Along with the flickering motion of
       the flame deep within that huge Hall hearth's fire, so too do
       the movements of that simply kirtled form match. Passionate
       music of determination, playing within the mind, not just a
       mind, but my mind-
       (03/09/14 06:09:03 ) *Beautiful..Bold..Brazen*
       ..sol..{AT}
       Bondmaid -- Trainer
       Ax Glacier Outpost - PoD
       is Standing around or seated at the many tables within the Hall
       of Shields
       says to ALL: -Another page of rence is being turned, another
       small piece of charcoal is clung to. Write, fill the page so
       that it can be turned once more. 1...2...3...4!! Just how fast
       will that page be filled remains to be seen, it is another
       morning upon the Post..
       Good morning Outpost!
       (03/09/14 06:12:30 ) *Beautiful..Bold..Brazen*
       ..sol..{AT}
       Bondmaid -- Trainer
       Ax Glacier Outpost - PoD
       is Standing around or seated at the many tables within the Hall
       of Shields
       says to ALL: The Guard couldn't help but to snort as, although
       my words have been kept low, those present within the Hall have
       heard. Oh yes, the majority of the Jarls here right now, on
       watch, know very well, extremely well, just what I am capable
       of. Glints of knowledge flicker in Their eyes, not only Their
       eyes but aye, mine as well. no time, none to be idle, it's time
       to MOVE! First things first, that fire is to be stoked, no, not
       my fire, but the one in the hearth. Not a damn thing wrong with
       the fire inside of me, if ever there is a time that the fire
       made by Man ceases to exist, then I hope that the dirt of this
       post will cover my form to such an extent that I'm never found!-
       hearing the Guard i got to busying myself...
       (03/09/14 06:19:38 ) *Beautiful..Bold..Brazen*
       ..sol..{AT}
       Bondmaid -- Trainer
       Ax Glacier Outpost - PoD
       is Standing around or seated at the many tables within the Hall
       of Shields
       says to ALL: -Shoveled and removed, the fallen ash beneath the
       glowing embers of the Hearth's fire, carried out of the Hall,
       scattered along and to the outside..As soon as I've scattered
       the ash i take the golden opportunity to draw in a breath, the
       coolness not nearly as crisp as it is in the grip of Winter, but
       nonetheless, it is there. How I do love the smell that the wind
       is providing this morning, upon that breeze, the Thassa comes to
       me, an incredible smile lighting up the depths of dark, dark
       eyes. Aye, it is morning, and here I am being idle again, get a
       move on ****!!! Once more and again those small bared feet
       hasten a return back into the warmth of the Hall, small fresh
       logs added to the embers that burn in an eager acceptance of the
       fresh offering-
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