zoya dusts

[zoya{Sg}]

: says to ~Diya Valetta~~Perfumer/:.... ~*~nods to Your generous forgiveness of the slave....she smiled big and soft giggles peeled from her lips~*~ just what a girl was thinking, Mistress, things needed cleaning up and dusted. since moving onto the island, the girls have been so busy, seems dusting has been forgotten ~nodsnods~

: says to ALL:.... ~*~she rose up, fingers lightly brushing her golden kissed locks back behind her ear and off her face, she gathered her hair in a loose braid as she walked to the kitchen, fetching a few tattered rags. wetting one with water and a few soap flakes and dampening the other with oil for the wood polishing...zoya moved about the outer circumfance of the main hall, dusting, washing and polishing everything in sight.~*~

: says to ~Diya Valetta~~Perfumer/:.... ~*~she had to peek back over her shoulder as she worked, smiling, glad her complete and utter dislike of chores did not show. if the girl was flawed, this was it. there was always that rare moment, a head filled with her Master, that the tasks were not so awful.~*~

: says to ALL:.... ~*~reaching up on her tippie toes to rub and move the rags over the thick frames of the doorways and windows, careful to dust the cobwebs from every nook and cranny. she worked the cloth behind the wall sconces, extra care to not tip them of huff too much and blow the flame out, darkening an already dim hall. as night grew longer, she could feel the chill and wondered if Master would always keep her naked, not that she was not liking it, she just wondered as the seasons would soon be changing~*~

: says to ALL:.... ~*~moving to the long table, she wiped it down then worked the oiled rep-cloth rag over the well aged wood, her thoughts drifting upon where her Master pilaged it from. It was a very very old hardwood table, many holes from knife points, the edges wavy from years upon years of Men's arms rubbing it smooth, her dreams drifted to stories told of the North, for she was just a silkie from the South, echos of rowdy Thorvaldlanders ringing in her head about this table, working her way to rub every hort of it~*~

: says to ALL:.... ~*~lastly she crawled about the floor to find each and every corner and hidden spot to chase the dust bunnies away. moving back into the kitchen she washed out the rags and hung them over a wall peg to dry. sweep the back of her hand over her forehead, she so felt a bath was in order and turned to the outside and headed to the falls, venturing for a midnight swim beneath the three moons~*~