Azura had finished the two largest baskets of the stacking set as the sun disappeared from the sky. Her eyes were not what they had once been and so she knew the futility of trying to weave by the hearth fire's light. She had prepared more food and tea, knowing that others might come here to eat after a long day hunting and dressing the kill.<br/><br/>Bronagh came through and tossed her soiled wrap to the side. Azura admired the lean muscles and the strength of this young woman but she handed her a clean wrap for the cave was too cool.  Bronagh was moody and the shaman was content to be quiet. She took out her bird boned flute and began to play as others come for food and companionship. Most came and then moved off toward their own hearths to eat, and then rest. After the last person was gone, she and Bronagh sat together. Waiting. waiting.