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Post by Lady Sin Ra on Apr 20, 2007 16:55:44 GMT -5
The young girl moved about the kitchen cleaning the tables. Her scarf hanging down past the knot where she had tied it. It was too long for her showing it was different from her usual one. Another girl had taken it when she saw the beautiful embroided casablanca lilies in the yellow material. This one was a dull brown and had nothing but some slight stains on it to pass for decor. It was early morning, the sun had only just risen in the sky but she had to help get breakfast on the table.
She worked along side the old woman in the kitchen and little Hawthorne. The boy could do nothing but dry the plates she was washing and even with that they had to keep close watch on him. It was slowing down the process so Mziri ushered him to a small space of the room with a piece of paper and a pack of crayons that had been tossed out because most of the crayons were broken. Hawthorne didn't care about that though and started coloring. It was odd to see that though the boy was no good at anything else he was amazing at making images on paper. He could look at something once then color it on a paper to the very last detail of it. He had even done portraits of the Kenkade family members most of Adam since most of his day was spent filling the other's ink pot or fetching him items from the kitchen.
Mziri started to pour coffee for the master of the house and moved out of the kitchen while the woman fried some eggs. She headed to Dmitri's rooms with the pot and cup and listened at the door. She was making certain that he wasn't in their taking the girl she knew slept in there. After a moment she entered with the coffee and placed a mug down for him then left without even looking at the bed. Next she moved to Adam's room to deliver him his cup of Joe as well. She kept on like this till the women with their tubs started walking around. She hadn't been able to go to any of the other rooms before the girls shooed her back to the kitchen. Coffee was not to be served when the brothers were bathing.
She went back down stairs and helped the old woman put food on the trays. She heard the sound of the morning birds singing and sighed. It would be nice to be able to run out there and feel the fresh morning dew on her skin as she'd been allowed to do when she was much younger. Shaking her head of such impossible thoughts she started piling food on the trays. She called Hawthorne to her and gave him Adam's breakfast tray sending him off to deliver that. Another girl was given Dmitri's, they made certain this one was at least in her thirties so that the girl within Dmitri's room wouldn't think the girl was trying to take the old man from her.
Each woman went with a tray leaving Mziri with William's tray. She had not seen him in so long but it wasn't as if she were too concerned. He was a white man and she just a mere slave girl so there was nothing there. Besides as she recalled he was rather unfitting with the rest of the family. He had been so unattractive that he had to pick on girls to get their attention. She chuckled at the thought but stopped as she saw other slaves going into his room with the tub for bathing and the buckets of water to pour into it. She followed them in putting down his tray of food.
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Post by kenkade on Apr 20, 2007 18:58:51 GMT -5
In the last few days William spent his time working hard at fencing. He had left the Carolinas for a time and went to learn to fence as a sport. In his time there he picked up a bit of French. His red hair was a rarity amoug the French and he was awed for the foirst time in his young life.
When he leanred things women were more open and more passionate in their ways, which made the young man very free spirited. With his skills so great, the male brought home trophies and awards showing his great act. But instead of being praised for his hard work, his half brothers shunned him and said such things were for women.
Over the course of years from his seventh year, he had become like a ugly duckling and morphed into a elegent and well mannered Swan. His hair no longer knotted and dry, his eyes shined brightly and his face was rather pleasing to the eye now, so much that he even had a few male admires. But he paided them no mind for his body and great mind went to the women of his time.
The sun had risen for the Kenkade and now thw flaming red head awoke to gentle touches telling him it was time for his bath. He glared for a time and then sighed as he got up.. He knew that he had guests later that morning to entertain. He sat up and then wipped his dark olive, gray eyes. His features and face were flawless. he was blessed with creamy ivory flesh and it almost made him seem like a ghost.
The slaves came in and then started his bath. William moved to strip as if it were nothing to him, making sure his fine flesh was bare as he walked in plain view of his looking slaves. He did not notice that his childhood so called playmate was anywhere near him. He moved to step into the tub and then sighed in relife.
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Post by Lady Sin Ra on Apr 21, 2007 8:59:18 GMT -5
Mziri was pouring the orange juice when William got out of his bed. She expected a tall pink blotchy thing to get out of that bed so when she instead saw a handsome man she was shocked. The orange juice ended up spilling all over the tray getting the toast, the eggs and the ham. Her eyes were so wide it seemed they would pop out of her head. This could not possibly be the boy that had tried to make her cry so many times when she was eleven. He had only succeeded once in making her do so but still she remembered him vividly for the terror she was to her. There was also the fact that even though he picked on her he treated her the same way he did any other white girl, even gave her more attention than them.
One of the wash girls shoved her arm making her notice what she had been doing "Oh my," she picked up the tray and moved quickly out of the room. The other girls did not like the flustered way she appeared. They knew Mziri was pretty and though they weren't ugly either compared to Mziri they were just average. Their skin though lighter than hers was really nothing special as one could see some roughness on it from their having to carry things about all day. Their bodies were thinner too having little curves if any at all despite the fact that they were at the youngest two years older than Mziri, supposed to be fully developed women.
Mziri put the try down in the kitchen and just as she expected Kiza reprimanded her. The woman smacked her hands lightly while she told her to be more attentive if she wanted to eat that night. Kiza liked Mziri as if the girl was her own granddaughter but if Mziri misbehaved and she did not reprimand her like she did the other girls than it would reflect poorly on her. She had the task of organizing the girls indoor for the master since she was the oldest of the women. Mziri fixed a second tray and headed back upstairs with it.
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Post by kenkade on Apr 21, 2007 20:00:44 GMT -5
William watched the young girl he knew in his childhood. He even knew her name, that was saying a lot. It made him smile as he watched her spill the juice as if she was awed by something great. To him, his looks were average. It was nothing special to him. The french females adored him and his fine wavey red hair. They loved his shining green gray eyes, and his milky pale ivory flesh. It made him stand out.
He had also learned that in F France that there was no slavery at all. Women and men of the dark preswayion were treated as equal, which made him extremely happy to see. The young Master was used to seeing such things like what occured at home, nothing like in France.
His lips parted some as the other females moved to nearly move and wash him, almost fighting to do so. he did not mind in the least, it was rather humourous to watch. he once again thought himself average. As William closed his eyes and let them do as they liked, one female washed him far too slowly and then he shoed them all away and finished up him self, at that rate he would be there whhne his water ran cold.
Once out and cleaned he dried his long flaming red hair that looked like rust in the morning sun.He heard a knock to his doors and then a small petiote' female slave came in and then told him that he had a letter from a French girl named E,ily. He toook it and then sent her on her way. he opened the lettter and then sioghed some. His fine eyes scrolling over the letter and then without the slightest glance he tossed it into the fireplace and watched it burn to ash. She was asking him to come back and perhapes court her.
He had no intent on doing so, he liked someone else. Thats if she was still interested in him like that at all. It made the young man shudder some. What if she did not see him that way at all? Then what was he to dop? The male moved about and then siomply waited now on his food. he could only wander....
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Post by Lady Sin Ra on Apr 22, 2007 8:34:03 GMT -5
Mziri stood outside the door with the other girls. When the petite girl knocked upon the door she waited. She thought it might be a personal business matter. She entered after the girl walked out. Mziri placed the tray down upon his desk and poured the orange juice without looking at him this time. The ends of her scarf almost dipped ino the orange juice but she managed to get it away in time.
The food despite how long she had stood waiting in the hall was still warm. She looked down at the plate only to avoid looking at him but it let her see what wonderful things Kiza cooked. Mziri thought it would be nice if she could have breakfast like this every day. That was impossible though as she had been born into the world the wrong complexion. With a sigh she bowed to William and turned to the door.
She remembered him of course but it didn't mean she was going to run into his arms full of joy. She was a slave and he was one of her masters. There was no reason for her to get excited seeing him as they both had far different places in the world. All she was here for was serving him. Kiza had chosen her to bring him his breakfast this morning knowing Mziri was immune to the good looks of white men or so the woman hoped. She had never heard the girl fawn over any of the handsome masters or any of the white men that came to visit with the family. To Mziri a man was just a man no matter the complexion or looks. So even if she did think William attracted all William was to her was another man.
She stepped out into the hall adjusting the ends of her scarf as she did so. Kiza would scold her again if the scarf got on any of the food. She moved down the stairs barely making a sound. Kiza looked up when she entered the kitchen sighing in relief at seeing Mziri return without a tray, that meant she had actually served breakfast properly. Mziri jumped as she felt arms go about her waist and looked down. Hawthorne smiled up at her.
"Wrong juice," he stated it simply but they knew. Kiza moved to serve a glass of apple juice. It was something expensive and so hard to find but it was something the eldest brother liked. They had made the mistake of serving each orange juice this morning but Kiza hoped it would be excused since Hawthorne had delivered the food to Adam. It seemed that boy was allowed to get away with almost everything because people could see he had some disabilities. It was all due to his mother trying to run while she was pregnant with him and falling right on her belly after she'd been shot. When she started to bleed out another slave had been forced to cut the child out of her belly. She had died before the baby was even taken out but Hawthorne had survived. He'd been nursed by another woman who had given birth to a still born baby only two weeks before his own birth. Mziri brushed back his oddly light curled mane and took the cup Kiza handed her. She put it tightly in Hawthorne's hands.
"Walk slow so you don't spill one bit ok?" He nodded his head and moved to the stairs walking ever so slowly. His thin brows were knit in a look of concentration. Mziri stood at the bottom of the stairs listening. She sighed in relief when she heard Adam's door open and close signalling Hawthorne had delivered the juice with it still actually in the cup. She turned to head back into the kitchen.
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Post by kenkade on Apr 22, 2007 11:09:00 GMT -5
William sat in his room and ate his breakfeast with the ease he had always used. He went about his morning routin and then exiyed his room, telling a slave to clear things up. He went oput doors and then walked along the fine road way that had a sassortment of green and red apple trees. It was his favorite place to tease the girls when younger. It gave him something to smile about.
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Post by Lady Sin Ra on Apr 22, 2007 11:14:46 GMT -5
Kiza looked at their basket of apples and alerted Mziri that they were running low. She needed to bake a few pies and was missing the key ingridient. She sent the girl outside with a basket to pick the apples. Mziri held the basket under her arm as she moved. She noticed someone standing at the tree but walked over anyway. She bowed her head, "Morning Master." Her voice was soft but it wasn't as if she were intending it that way it was just the way her voice was. She looked at the trees and put the basket down. Even with him there she still had to do her task. She bunched her skirt up tying it up so her legs were now bare. She started climbing up the tree, she had no ladder to do this task just her own strength. She managed to pull herself up to one of the low branches. She had enough balance to stand on it and reach the apples on the branch above her. She would only take them if they looked ripe.
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Post by kenkade on Apr 22, 2007 12:03:02 GMT -5
To say he was suprised to see her was a undertsatement. But he smiled and nodded to her anyway. "Good Morning..." he said as he watched her expose her bare legs. In this pacific time frame, this was a near act of nudity, but he looked at her soft dark legs anyway. a red hint filled the males cheeks as he watched her climb the large tree and started to pluck apples from it with great balance and ease.,..
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Post by Lady Sin Ra on Apr 22, 2007 12:08:45 GMT -5
She tried to reach for an apple that was a bit out of her reach. She was on the tip of her toes. Her finger tips just barely brushed against the red skin of the apple. Mziri was a good almost thirteen feet above the other. She kept trying to grab but she missed her footing and went tumbling down. The branch catching her scarf and making her hair fall free blocking her view so she couldn't even see a branch to reach onto. The apples that had been held in her apron tumbled to the ground. Her body hit the ground and she let out a squeal of pain. The height wasn't enough to kill her but she had landed on her arm and broken it. Mziri turned on all fours and cradled her arm as she tried to hold in the tears but they still fell from her eyes. It hurt so badly.
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Post by kenkade on Apr 23, 2007 18:15:52 GMT -5
William had slave move Mziri in their cabins and then called for a doctor. But that was taking a time to do. He made sure she was fine for the time and hoped the doctor hurried. His hands went rhough her hair as hw watched her face distort in pain. It was not pleasing to see her that way either...
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Post by Lady Sin Ra on Apr 24, 2007 15:12:17 GMT -5
Mziri felt the tears sliding down her cheeks. She bit her lip to muffle the sounds of pain that wanted to come out. Kiza fetched Hawthorne to get the apples for her. He did it just fine, even with his lack of activity he was a good climber. He sat in the kitchen helping the woman take the cores out of the apples. He ate a few pieces when ever she wasn't looking.
The doctor lived in the clusters so it took two hours for the messenger to get to the doctor on horse back and two hours to come back. The doctor was a very thin albino male. White hair framed his face having been pulled from his ponytail by the breeze when he had been on the horse. His cheeks were flushed a slight blue something that most people found frightening. Only because his father was a doctor did they believe it he wasn't sick or dying. Derrick Deacon was his name but most people called him by the nickname Dee Dee. Mziri looked up at him, he gave her a kind smile in return and gently took her arm. He placed something between her mouth making her look confused. She bit down on the item as he pushed her arm back into the proper place. The break had been clean and would only take a few weeks to heal. He set her arm and patted her head.
"She didn't even scream," he made sure her arm was set properly and fixed her with a sling, "Make sure she doesn't use this arm till its fully healed." He made her drink something to help with the pain and that was that. He turned to look at William, "If you would like since I am already here I can go around and check for others that might need medical assistance."
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Post by kenkade on Apr 25, 2007 16:35:01 GMT -5
"Yes that is fine, one moment. " he said as he went over and then looked at her. he didndt seem to think that he could be of much help then he already was. His eyes locked on December and wandered where he was from. It seemed more like England or something. but he had not had time to travel around that area of the world yet. He had just gotten time to go to France and now he still wanted to study mediccine.
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Post by Lady Sin Ra on Apr 26, 2007 16:36:52 GMT -5
Derrick gave a bow of his head and exited the room. He walked around the land helping people with minor injuries and slight colds. He just wanted to make sure everyone was healthy.
Mziri looked up at William and moved to slowly stand. She bowed and shuffled towards the door set to go back to work. She knew an injury did not equal a vacation.
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