Azura set aside the large basket she was weaving to stir the fire. Glancing up, she checked the position of the sun and as she suspected, the sun was now sliding down the sky. Surveying her dwindling supple of grasses, she sighed. Bronagh had left with the dawn to gather more supplies for her and should have been back by now. That girl took pleasure from being helpful, protective and from eating, each one of those activities in equal measures. The shaman hoped she had  not run into danger or worse, fallen prey to the evil that plagued her. The older woman shrugged. Bronagh would return, for that was something else that Bronagh did.<br/><br/>The shaman's place in the cave was a prime location and large enough to share with others. After the earthquake, Azura had shaken off her strict rules of being solitary, realizing how quickly her clan family could be gone. She now arranged her area to receive any who might wish to sleep at her fire and Bronagh had not made an attempt to set her hearth stones elsewhere. The arrangement seemed to work for the two of them. Azura was amazed at how much she felt she needed the help Bronagh offered. She hoped the girl felt some semblance of connection to her. Sometimes with the young hunter, Azura couldn't tell.<br/><br/>The shaman filled the watertight cooking basket with fresh water and the hot stones until the water began to simmer. She added a handful of grain , onions, and tubers. While these cooked, she went to the cache where she cut off some venison. Fresh meat would be better, but just because hunters went out , didn't mean they were always successful. Better to have something cooked. She cut the meat into thin strips and browned it on hot flat stones before adding it to the now boiling mixture. Stew and tea would be ready when Bronagh returned.