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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 8:51 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 7:01 pm
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She continued to rock and sew, occasionally looking up from her work to glance into the kitchen where one of her daughters now worked on some dough. "Donne be kneading it too much now, dear. Twill make it too tough to eat if you do." She offered the helpful warning with that soft tone she'd often given her daughters when trying to be helpful. Looking back down, she finished the stitching she'd been working on and tied off the thread to end the seam.
Biting the thread to loose the needle, she set the work aside and slowly stood, making her way into the kitchen to help."Ah, that is looking well done, Abigail." She stated patting her on the shoulder with a gentle hand before heading to the wash basin and washing her hands. Once clean, she greased a pan and stoked the wood stove. " Now just roll it out and into the design I'd shown you girls when you'd help me make the fruit and nut breads and put it in the pan and let rise again. Once done with that, just put it in the oven till golden brown." She left the greased loaf pan on the counter beside Abigail's work place.
She nodded at her mother's directions, setting the dough down and reaching for the rolling pin. She rolled the dough out to the right size, dusting it with cinnamon before rolling both sides towards the middle. Once it was all rolled up, she put the dough in the pan to let rise one last time before putting it in to bake. Dusting the flour from her hands, she washed the rest off in the basin before drying them on a towel. "Still no sign of Father?" she asked.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 11:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 1:13 am
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CrimsonMaiden21 gaia fails at telling me i've gotten a reply >.<
Brigid frowned shaking her head. "No.. but I'm sure he'll be home before too long.. She quickly washed her hands and dried them on a towel before heading back into the living room. With the fire in the wood stove, the house often grey hot and she needed to open the front door, let it cool off some in the front room.
It was when she propped the door open with a heavy carved figure for a door stop that she saw a pale figure in the distance. A smile drew across her face as she stared, gaping at the figure. In some ways she was afraid that she'd finally lost her mind to worry and was seeing things and would only come to her senses again she she looked away. She didn't want to loose this mirage if it was one.
Quietly, she stepped from the front door out into the early spring air that still held a small bite to it. She wanted to be the first sight of his family he'd get on his home coming. Never mind how dis-shelved her hair looked, she was happy to be seeing him returning home.
As she left the bread to rise, she checked on the pot that sat bubbling on the top of the wood burning stove. Giving it a quick stir, she gave it a taste before adding a few herbs, stirring it once more and covering it with it's lid once again. Leaving the spoon on a rest, she picked up the heavy book she'd brought from home and slipped out the back door to make use of the sunlight there to read by. Smoothing out her skirt, she sat on a small stump, opening the book and beginning to read where she'd left off the night before.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 7:34 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 9:16 pm
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As the small figure dropped from the tree, she had a moment to gasp and wonder just what had gone wrong before finally it registered with her who the other figure had to be. chuckling inwardly, she smoothed her hair from her face and made her way into the meadow from the house. "I'll bet my sewing basket that you smelled bread cooking and hurried home." She teased lightly once she'd gotten into hearing distance of the two. "Come on now, might as well get cleaned up before dinner's finished." Her voice was still that thick Celtic accent, soft and light in spirit as she spoke.
Her eyes shone with a light all their own, happy to have him home again. "Have a safe trip, dear?" She asked the question though she knew nothing could ever be considered fully safe. there were always factors they couldn't see that could happen when ever.
Abigail licked her finger before flipping the page. Looking up, she sniffed at the air to smell the fresh scent of baking bread. Carefully she closed her book and tucked it away into a dress pocket before going back into the kitchen to check on the bread. It was cooking well enough, though not yer golden bread. Cinnamon and bread and roasted nuts wafted through the house, spilling out of the doors and open windows. It was a good scent to be surrounded by. A scent she'd grown up with most her life.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 8:09 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 8:24 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 8:38 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 8:46 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 9:10 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 9:25 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 9:39 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2013 9:47 am
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