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Saaya's chores for Mistress Nyah
By: Nyah691 Date: July 1, 2017, 5:03 am
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.:- H.I.S. .S.H.A.D.O.W -:.
Saaya
. { I belong to Dags }.
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--- Commissary Wagon ---
- [..Within one of the many wagons dedicated to preparing food
and drink for the camp, but usually at a price..]-
says to ALL: I weaved gently through the wagons, for I knew the
way of wagon life, and was beginning to learn the mazes here.
They weren't so very different from others I'd visited, all used
the same general format, with small changes. I was learning
again, and my dark midnight eyes focused on the task set before
me. I would gather the flowers later, when I had a bit more
time, but I wanted to get the fruit fermenting for the tea I had
planned. I found a large clear glass jar, with a lid that could
be sealed, almost as large as my torso. I picked through some
fruit, looking for older peaches and plums. They didn't need to
be flashy and fresh for fermenting. Sugar...and some yeast.
Those were each selected as the sugar and yeast was added by a
quick grasp of hands into the stores and measuring it by feel. I
knew the combination I needed. The jar with the light piling of
sugar and yeast, dry for now, I set to the side briefly as I
began to search for a small knife to peel, cut, and core the
fruit I selected.
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Saaya
. { I belong to Dags }.
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--- Commissary Wagon ---
- [..Within one of the many wagons dedicated to preparing food
and drink for the camp, but usually at a price..]-
says to ALL: I worked efficiently, for I had little time to
waste, and wanted to have the fruit fermenting as long as
possible before the love wars, knowing they would begin soon.
They needed a day or two at the very least to produce any sort
of fermentation that would give a slight alcoholic tang to a
dainty tea to soothe nerves. Eyes were deep, studious, as the
knife worked shortly to peel the flesh from the fruit, digging
out any bruised parts. As the knife made short work, tossing the
peelings to a small basket of compost, I began to cut the fruit
into equal segments. The pit of each fruit was also tossed in
the woven basket to the side. Each small piece was then plunked
within the empty basin of the jar, adding to the starter and
sweetener of the sugar.
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Saaya
. { I belong to Dags }.
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--- Commissary Wagon ---
- [..Within one of the many wagons dedicated to preparing food
and drink for the camp, but usually at a price..]-
says to ALL: Once every fruit had been portioned and filled the
lower portion of the large jar, I gave the lid a quick twist
with full fingered right hand, sealing it off before giving it a
swift shake, mixing the sugar and yeast up and around the damp
flesh of the fruit, as it clung and began their reaction. It was
a slow one, and wouldn't be noticeable yet save for the cling of
the ingredients to the fruit. Steps echoed on bare feet gently
to the outside of the wagon, setting it carefully near one of
the wheels so it wouldn't get trampled but would also receive an
adequate amount of sunlight. Heat helped the reaction quicken,
and I wanted it to be potent in the short time frame.
(19:12:59 )
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Saaya
. { I belong to Dags }.
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--- Commissary Wagon ---
- [..Within one of the many wagons dedicated to preparing food
and drink for the camp, but usually at a price..]-
says to ALL: Okay, that being done, I gave thought to the tea
I'd steep with the juices and chunks of fruit when it was done
fermenting. For now, I hurried a quick paced bare trot towards
the fields near the outcoast of the wagons, anxious for flowers
I could weave for crowns, make into bouquets, and pluck for
braids of the Free Women at the stakes. Hands twisted together
gently in thought as I thought to stop for a basket for
gathering, wondering which flowers would be best, thinking it
best to stay away from talenders. Dinas...those would always be
nice though.[/center]
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