What it Means to be a Bond

This little task, the Overseer has placed upon us, have me stop to take in all my surroundings.
The meaning to be a bond, isnt just a femlee whose belly lie beneathe the sword. It also, to me at least, means she is the strength and pride of bother, her Jarl and the Village she serves in.
Within the village, a bond does alot to keep the village thriving even while the Jarls are away. Making sure each task and simple chore are done. So the village runs smoothly and in order. For both Jarl's approval and tp please him.
And speaking of Jarls, I am proud to be collared by my Jarl. He who brought me im from my dispair as i roamed, abandon. To me, his collar about my neck is my freedom and I will neverstray from it. For he lets me be true to myself. As a slave of the north, a bond.
And I would do anything and everything to bring honor and pride, not to just the village  that i serve in, but to the man whom ive serve. My Jarl. Thank you, for making me your bond, my Jarl.

Cleaning the Healer's Cabin (2 March)

[21:10]  clysa Dragoone carries a bundle of firewood across the fields, the morning sun peeking over the snow capped mountains..smiling softly as she passes several Jarls and sister bonds as she makes her way to the Healer's cabin...bumpin the door with herhip, cly makes her way inside the suddle cabin...
[21:31]  clysa Dragoone: piling the wood by the fireplace, she checks to makesure the fire was still going and it was comfortable within...steely eyes gazes about, taking in what needs to be done to prepare for the new healer to arrive...using a strip of rep cloth, cly ties back her long auburn brown locks away from her face...smiling, she went to each of the beds, stripping the furs, blankets and linens, there she took them outside to hang upon the laundry line to air out and to be freshly batted from dust before she could remake the beds...fetching a pail by the fireplace she heads down to the well at the center of the village, to fill so she could start scrubbing floors and shelves...
humming to herself she works in the quiet cabin, dusting and scrucbbing the bookshelves, stacking the fresh parchment of papers upon the desk...sepping out with a rug beater, she smacks it a couple of good times across the furs and blankets, coughing a little as dust goes everywhere, shaking them some she takes them back inside, making the beds...as
[21:31]  clysa Dragoone: a final touch she took a pitcher and makes her way to the bakery, filling it with fresh water then takes it back up to place upon the counter with teh washing basin is, nodding with approval, cly stepped back out heading off to do her next task of the day