(11:56:03 ) twig branded says to ALL: twig says to ALL: twig ==is in the large Kitchen/Servery Hut== twig ==is in the large Kitchen/Servery Hut== twig ==is in the large Kitchen/Servery Hut== twig ==is in the large Kitchen/Servery Hut==
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(11:58:06 )
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(12:18:56 )
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filling the blackwyne pot with cool fresh water and then hands dropping in a tiny pouch of freshly ground blackwyne beans into it...the mucles on his naked bady tightened as he steps over the cool floor, the cold water splashing in its home, overflowing the rims of the blackened pot slightly to spill over muscular chest as his palm swats away the water, riding over the firm curves of his chest muscle,he feels the gaze of the kitchen Mistress over the fine Muscular curves of his firm ass ....he arches his back as he peers over his shoulder daringly towards her, his tongue unleashed from the wanton darkness of his mouth to lap at lips teasingly as he press the pot to the fires blaze.. blades of firelight surge heat through his veins, ..feeling the heat and desire within him rise to rival that of the dancing flames....
(12:29:30 )
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the bubbling boil of water grasping his attention, he sees the water ready and waiting for the dark color of the blackwine to penetrate its very existance... to strengthen its taste... to makes it of exquisite worth... the small package of the ground beans tossed into the abyss of crystally water as it excites by the touch of fire beneath the blackened pot... the rich scent already overwhelming in just a moments time before he pushes up and turns towards the chillery.. he tugs open the door of the chillery..heated slave flesh tingling as the icy cold bites into him as he enters to the cold depths ...quickly gathering vulo eggs,fresh bosk milk,and a package of tasrk strips...arms full he turns and hurries from the place of cold ..a foot closing the door before turning to place all on a table...humming soft as he pulls out bowls and skillets,setting them near the ingrediants for the breakfast he prepares
(12:37:32 )
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cracking the eggs in the bowl making sure no shell falls in he adds the frothy milk and a touch of ground cinnamon and beats the mixture together.....setting it on a tray with thick slices of satarna bread and the package of tarsk strips..he turns towards the cooking area ...the heat once again envelops his chilled form...placing the tray to the counter... his thoughts drifting... as he continues preparing the meal.....arranging the tarsk strips in a skillet he sets it to the fire...a loud SIZZZZLE filling the air as the flames dance over the skillet...the rich aroma of fresh blackwyne filling the air...placing the other skillet to heat....melting the butter in it... he dips the thick slices of satarna bread into the bowl coating them with the milk,egg and cinnamon then places them into the skillet ...carefully turning them as they turn a golden brown...the tarsk strips cooked to crispiness he arranges everything on platters and covers them to stay warm
(12:40:12 )
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the dishes doen and serevry spotlessly clean again ..he goes to tend to other tasks he is assigned to
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