raychel Chores

*With a gentle sigh, Raychel stepped from the bed to move to the closet once more. Opening the door, she enters and seeks the basket with her eyes. Finding it, she smiles, and reaches above on another shelf to take the mending kit into her hands. Placing it on top of the basket of clothes, she lifts it into her hands and exits the closet. Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, she crosses her legs on the floor, bottom firmly placed on the wood there. Lifting the kit into her hands, she places it before her on the floor, opening the top of the very small basket. Inside the contents of thread and small needles made her grin. The needles were small and she turned her gaze to nod to the guard at the door of her Ubara's chamber, who watched her intently.

Reaching forward to the basket, she lifted the first garment into her hands. It was a deep burgundy, intricately embroidered with yellow trim. At the curve of the full skirt, the trim had begun to come away from the fabric. With a tsk, she gathered it into her hand. Reaching into the small mending basket, she lifted a spool of the yellow gold thread. Pulling a bit of the string, she brings it to her teeth to tear it away. Very carefully, she lifted the thread to the hole in the tip of the needle. Threading it, she smiles, tying a firm knot in the bottom of it.

Lifting the skirt into her hand once more, she began the process of mending the unraveling trim. She curved the needle into the fabric, smiling as it pushed through the soft skirt, and she pulled tightly. Nodding, she continued her movements, pleased with the easy way that it followed her guidance. Finally, she curved the needle beneath the string, lifting it to tie a knot and break it off with her teeth once more. Gently, she folds the gown on her lap, and places it behind her on the bed.

Needle twixt her teeth, the small mending basket in her lap, she leans forward to take another garment from the large clothing basket. Lifting carefully, she frowns. In her small pale hands she held the deep purple robes of her Ubara. Why on earth was this in the basket? Frowning still, she curled the garment over, seeking with her eyes, until she found a hole in the soft skirt. Its ragged edges would make mending difficult, and she knew her Ubara would not be happy about the damage. Tsking again, she lifted that portion of the purple, surrounded by a yellow and white ornate flowered pattern, into her hands. Turning it about, so the inside of the gown met her eyes, she reached her hands into the mending basket once more. Lifting a spool of deep purple thread, she pulls the string from it. Lifting her hand to the needle between her teeth, she pulls it away to break the string for threading.

Wetting her lips, she pulls the bottom in, biting it as she works. This wasn't simple mending, she thought, and could not be screwed up. Carefully, she places the edges of the hole together, squinting her eyes carefully. Fabric over fabric, she began to sew it together, being sure that no one would know there was ever a hole there. Finishing, she ties off the thread, her lips forming to a smile. Folding the robes delicately, she places them, too, on the bed. Nodding again, she smiles at the now empty basket, and closes the mending basket in her lap, after replacing the needle in it's place, smiling toward the guard with another nod.

Rising from the floor, she holds the mending basket beneath her arm, and lifts the clothes basket by one handle with her free hand. Moving across the room, her bells singing, she enters the closet once more and places both baskets in their place. With a stretch, arching her back a bit, she sighs, pleased, and moves back into the room. Lifting the clothes into her hand, she moves to the closet once more, placing both the gown and the robes in their proper place. Happy, for they looked as though they'd never been damaged, she nods, and exits the closet, closing the door firmly behind her.*

very good read girl. Nicely done and wonderful attention to detail. Keep up the good work girl.

nice to see we have someone that can mend garments.. Nice chore raychel.

Thank you kindly, Master.
And thank you, First Girl. *smiles*

well done sister love to read your work

oh very very impressive - loved the read

tal sister ray looking for your 1/14/13 chore, Chores are due the Sunday of each week before midnight you last one is past due, please remember your required to keep up with them , thanks look forward to reading them.... Second Girl....

Thank you Second Girl. This one was under the impression that 1/14 began a new week and that this chore wasn't due until Sunday. She'll get on is as soon as physically able.

-nodding mhmm as i checked you had one for 1/3 counted for your 12/31 chore , then the next one counted for your 1/7 and now the next will be for the week of 1/14 they are due every week on Sunday by midnight i just carry over to monday.... then just check periodically during the week for those not done.... thanks for all your help sister miss you understand you got lots going on, so looking forward to reading your next one as you are so eloquent with words~ hugs love ya

You're doing very well girl. Looking forward to more excellent work from you.

good job sister..

excited for your return and more awesome work to read -missing you sister

missing you sister raychel and the excitement in your writing.. look forward to your return.

HOPE ALL IS WELL FOR YOU RAY

welcome back sister.. look forward to reading your chores again.. *huggles*

welcome back sister glad your home safe and sound, you have 4 chores to catch up the last of 2/10 looking forward to them as you right so eloquently it feels like were there with you.......-smiles hugs-

(Chore done prior to war, as girl was away irl)

*The girl was agitated. She didn't know why, as she'd woken this way, as if she'd risen from the wrong side of the furs. Her brows were slightly descended over bright blue hues, and a small wrinkled 'v' was etched in the space between. As she walked, her sisters passed by her, their feet pressing into the sands, and waved in greeting. She grunted in response, and felt guilty for it, as it was not like her to be rude or annoyed. This guilt furthered her agitation, and she crossed her arms over her breasts as she pushed forward through the sands. Fired curls, wild over her head, remained not brushed, and she glared at the strands that flew over her face. Nearly growling, she entered the chamber of her Ubar and Ubara, glancing about, relieved that they were not in attendance to see this dark mood that had oddly clouded over her. Huffing, she noted the disarray of the chamber, and set to her chores, refusing to let the dark mood take charge of her efficiency.

Choosing the most difficult first, as she needed to work out this mood before seeing anyone else, she moved to the furs on which her Ubar and Ubara usually slept. Grabbing the edges, she gave a soft tug, and her lips curved with the ghost of a smile when they hardly budged. Good, she thought quietly. They were heavy and she'd need exertion to lift them. Curving her hands, she dipped them beneath the edge, lifting with all her strength. She may look the fragile beast, but she knew the strength in her limbs. Turning her body, she presses her back against the fur and grips it in her fingers. Arms curved over her shoulders, she clenches her teeth together and pulls, the fur sliding carefully onto her back, albeit slowly. Pulling further still, as it was large in size, she curves it over her back. Finally, when it is centered, the crème colored fur draping over her face almost to the curves of her breasts, she uses her legs to rise, the muscles shaking with the effort.

Still, she smiled a bit, for the mood was abating with her focus and exertion. She stood, back curved, terrible posture, as she walked to the exit of the chamber, where the knew the clothesline hung just outside. Step after careful step, sweat began to drip over the soft sides of her face, down the line of her back, across the sweet calves of her legs. She moved further still, the heat abating slightly at the very small breeze that met her when she exited the chamber. Moving across the sand, it bending at the will of her feet more so than usual with the weight she carried, she moved to the clothesline.

Stopping just at the line, she lifted her hand and pulled at the fur on her back to bring it to the line. Pulling with all her strength, she reached her other hand, the fur sliding very carefully towards the line, and grabbed a clothespin to hold it in place by it's one corner. Using several, she began the process of pinning it, being sure to be overly cautious. She didn't want the fur to land in the sand. Finally, she placed the last pin on the final corner and slid the fur from her back, where it now sat suspended, hung on the line.
Nodding her head, she arched her back in stretch, and wiped a hand over her sweat matted brow. Turning to the side of the chamber door, she lifted a stick into her hand, holding it's weight effortlessly after what she'd just done. Giving a few practice thumps on her hand, she turned and moved back to the fur. Smiling, for she already felt quite a bit better, she took a massive swing, holding the stick like a bat, and made contact with the fur, it thumping with the stick in protest.

Oh, did that ever feel good. She took another swing, and another. The dirt, dust, and sand, fell from the fur to the ground below with her efforts, and still she swung, noting the guards that were laughing at her. She must've looked a sight, what with her hair a hot mess, sweat dripping on nearly every bit of flesh she had, and beating a fur with a stick. Still, she continued her assault, throwing herself into the movements, killing her bad mood. As if it were the irritation and aggravation she destroyed, she blasted again and again with the stick, until finally, she huffed in exhaustion and let her arm holding the stick fall to her side. Wetting her lips gently, she moved away from the fur, and replaced the stick she'd found, the fur effectively beaten and clean. Cursing inwardly, she turned back to it. Now she'd have to take it back inside.

Smiling, she groaned. Loudly.*

awesome read sister, think we all will be fighting to beat the furs at one point or another lol, keep up the good work.

Very well done girl. Liked the detail. Keep up the great work.

loved ur chore mine

Looking forward to the next fabulous chore girl.

darling sister ray im looking for chores for 1/28,2/3,2/10,2/17. hope you can make arrangements with Ubara as your comp is still broke right, so missing you writing ......

This one is using her husbands computer. She's going to write those up, she simply wants to be thorough. You can do something quick, or do something right. ;-) They will be finished by the end of the evening.

*Returning the fur to the place atop the bed, her mood slightly abated for the time, Raychel turned to he rest of the chamber, frowning. It was quite messy, but she'd take care of that. First things first, though, she thought. Moving across the area, bells tinkling lightly, she raised her hands to her curls and bunched them behind her head. Tying them so they would not be burned, she moves to the first lamp beside the bed. Reaching a hand up, she presses her fingers to each part of the lamp, making sure the unlit surfaces are cool. Nodding, she pulls the rep cloth from her waist where her chalwar had held it tight, and places it beneath the lamp. Carefully, she takes off the shade and places it on the table. Following, she removes the chimney as well and sets it too aside.

With careful and steady hands, she reaches into the lamp and unscrews the burner from the collar, turning the small knob forward to get rid of the old and burned wick. Smiling, for this was a fun, though tedious, chore, she discarded the wick in the bin beside the table. Taking the new wick from inside the drawer of the table, she slips it into the hold from the bottom, waiting for the tug of the teeth. Once finding it, she turns the knob forward, again and again until she can clearly see the wick coming up over the top of the hole in the burner.

Sighing gently now, she grabs the Thalarion oil from it's hidden place beside the table and lifts it to the lamp, filling it gently. Nodding to herself, she sets the oil on the ground beside her, for there were three more lamps to change, and with both her hands, replaced the burner. Using a second rep cloth, she wipes any drops of oil that may have spilled to protect her Ubar and Ubara from any fire mishaps.

Replacing the second cloth at her waist again, she lifts the lamp to take the slightly soiled cloth from under it to replace it as well. Screwing the burner back into the collar, she nods. It was well before bed time, so by the time night fell upon them, it would be alright to light the lamps. Turning, she set to change the remaining lamps in the chamber.*

*The Torches full, the fur where her Ubar and Ubara slept clean, she moved to the large table in the center of the room. The flowers were old, wilting, and dying. She tilted her head to it sadly, as if she wished she could save them, before reaching two hands to their wilted and crusted stems. Grabbing them, she moved to the waste bin and dumped them in before returning to the vase. Not wanting to waste what little water was still in there, she left it and left the chamber. Walking along the sands, she could feel the warm sun on her back as it grew hotter with each passing ahn. This day would be a hot one for sure, as it usually was in the Oasis.

Feet pressing gently into the sands, she walked along, knowing her path, and knowing where the soft veminium decorated a hill, she allowed her feet to carry her there, her bells tinkling and being lost in the vast open space of the dessert. Reaching her destination, the scent fills her nose and she smiles for it, knowing the usual purpose of the flowers. But their beauty, and their purple color, often reminded her of those who owned her, and she knelt down before the vast mound of flowers.

Picking several from their stems, all in relatively even length, she held them in her hands carefully. Bringing the blooms to her nose, she inhaled slightly and smiled further still. Yes, doing her chores for the day was certainly lifting her mood. Finding the amount she had sufficient, she turned to head back to the chamber. It was busier now, the Oasis, as few guards and her sisters milled about with their chores as well, wanting to be pleasing for their own Masters. And for the city as well. This made her smile still as she moved, finally reaching the opening to the chamber.

Entering again, she placed the flowers softly in the vase, organizing them just so, that they would fill the room with their lovely scent. Turning, she began to continue her cleaning, the smell lifting her spirits greatly.*