dearest romani,
aymelek said the kal-da serve was to go to you so here is a prepared kal-da serve.
thank you for all your help,
meryl
La kajira of Jaxxon Wallace
girl reacts to a Master requiring kal-da:
/me flows over closed knees to lovingly kiss the furs before Him, a gleam to azure and emerald gaze as she backs away unobtrusively to rise to pointed toes, tawny locks and white rep sent flowing about creamy flesh as she twirls about, a measured saunter carrying her to the kitchen with a wink of sapphire flecked green over silken shoulder, a flash of a smile as she disappears into the kitchen
/me takes a moment in the kitchens, eyes alighting among the shelves to selecting a matching set that would please Him, a slight bend to her form pushes pale breasts to peek at plunging neckline while rep cloth rises upwards showing sharp lines of His kan`lara on left thigh and flash of metal from below, tawny locks flowing foreward as supple fingers tease the set from the shelves
/me rights herself, setting fluttering rep cloth to dance among the set, she admires the etched artwork of a snowy scene a large white larl prowling his domain, curve turning red lips upwards as crystalline water is added to the kettle and set to begin to heat, while she arranges the tray, making sure the rep cloth explores the rim of the bowl prior to resting admist the snow scene
/me heads for the cold room, inhaling deeply before stepping in to the frosty interior her breath escaping in the form of frost as goosebumps immeadiately claim creamy flesh and hide in draping rep, azure and emerald gaze alights on a bottle of kal-la-na, supple fingers teasing a fine wine from the racks before she selects from the bowls bits of freshly sliced larma and tospit
/me dances from the room on tiny feet, hip sliding to the left to bounce the door closed with a thump, a shiver shaking her form and bouncing golden kissed red tresses, the fruits finding their way into the kettle as she checks the heat, finding just the right time to add the ka-la-na, the distinct scent of kal-da soon permeating and drifting from the kitchen
/me deft fingers tease forth the proper spices, finding their way into the kettle and swiftly stirred with pleasure she smiles as the various pots and pans reflect her image back to her, she finally lifts the kettle from the warmth and pours forth a rich amount into the waiting mouth of the bowl before setting the kettle back to the flames should more be wished
/me settles the bowl back admist the snowy scene, supple fingers collect the tray and small measured steps carry her back to Him, a swirl in her belly as the desire to please Him draws her back to Him like flame to moth, tawny tresses flowing behind her as she flows to closed kneel before Him, dropping blue green gaze in respect as knees kiss in modesty pose
/me settles the tray to His low table, cupping her hands around the warmth of the bowl the snowy scene bright and pleasant as it is dances to her belly, drawing up across rusting white rep before the curve of red lips is placed lovingly to the side, heart pouding through her veins as she lifts the gleaming bowl up to Him reverently, lowing her head in silent offering
she wrote it in her current restricted circumstances, but it would different if she were unrestricted and permitted to speak, but only slightly so
aymelek said the kal-da serve was to go to you so here is a prepared kal-da serve.
thank you for all your help,
meryl
La kajira of Jaxxon Wallace
girl reacts to a Master requiring kal-da:
/me flows over closed knees to lovingly kiss the furs before Him, a gleam to azure and emerald gaze as she backs away unobtrusively to rise to pointed toes, tawny locks and white rep sent flowing about creamy flesh as she twirls about, a measured saunter carrying her to the kitchen with a wink of sapphire flecked green over silken shoulder, a flash of a smile as she disappears into the kitchen
/me takes a moment in the kitchens, eyes alighting among the shelves to selecting a matching set that would please Him, a slight bend to her form pushes pale breasts to peek at plunging neckline while rep cloth rises upwards showing sharp lines of His kan`lara on left thigh and flash of metal from below, tawny locks flowing foreward as supple fingers tease the set from the shelves
/me rights herself, setting fluttering rep cloth to dance among the set, she admires the etched artwork of a snowy scene a large white larl prowling his domain, curve turning red lips upwards as crystalline water is added to the kettle and set to begin to heat, while she arranges the tray, making sure the rep cloth explores the rim of the bowl prior to resting admist the snow scene
/me heads for the cold room, inhaling deeply before stepping in to the frosty interior her breath escaping in the form of frost as goosebumps immeadiately claim creamy flesh and hide in draping rep, azure and emerald gaze alights on a bottle of kal-la-na, supple fingers teasing a fine wine from the racks before she selects from the bowls bits of freshly sliced larma and tospit
/me dances from the room on tiny feet, hip sliding to the left to bounce the door closed with a thump, a shiver shaking her form and bouncing golden kissed red tresses, the fruits finding their way into the kettle as she checks the heat, finding just the right time to add the ka-la-na, the distinct scent of kal-da soon permeating and drifting from the kitchen
/me deft fingers tease forth the proper spices, finding their way into the kettle and swiftly stirred with pleasure she smiles as the various pots and pans reflect her image back to her, she finally lifts the kettle from the warmth and pours forth a rich amount into the waiting mouth of the bowl before setting the kettle back to the flames should more be wished
/me settles the bowl back admist the snowy scene, supple fingers collect the tray and small measured steps carry her back to Him, a swirl in her belly as the desire to please Him draws her back to Him like flame to moth, tawny tresses flowing behind her as she flows to closed kneel before Him, dropping blue green gaze in respect as knees kiss in modesty pose
/me settles the tray to His low table, cupping her hands around the warmth of the bowl the snowy scene bright and pleasant as it is dances to her belly, drawing up across rusting white rep before the curve of red lips is placed lovingly to the side, heart pouding through her veins as she lifts the gleaming bowl up to Him reverently, lowing her head in silent offering
she wrote it in her current restricted circumstances, but it would different if she were unrestricted and permitted to speak, but only slightly so
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