<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Reia-SonLahleli_Posting01.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Son' Lahleli<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Closed<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Son' Lahleli & Nilteni Tudi's House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning<br/><hr/><br/>((Continued From: Kayax - Early Morning, Sixth Day of the Hunger Moon (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178593.msg8619159#msg8619159)))<br/><br/>Entering the house filled Son' Lahleli with a sense of calm, the familiar and comfortable smells of home enveloping her. As Nilteni hadn't been home in over six passing suns, the house was as spotless as Son' Lahleli liked to keep it. Even so, she longed for the days when her brother had been a mere pup, running around and filling the space with the kind of laughter and joy only the sweetest of children can bring. Pushing away the maudlin thoughts, Son' Lahleli took off her light cloak and shook out the wetness it had gathered during her short stint into the village. Her feet left wet marks on the recently laid wood floors as she made her way into the kitchen and on through to her bedroom.<br/><br/>Having of left so early for a hunt she hadn't thought of pulling aside the beaver pelt covering her small window and the room was dark, the only light coming from a barely there glow of the embers still burning in her iron stove. Carefully laying her cloak over the bench she used to dry her clothes, she quickly climbed up onto her bed and pulled the pelt to one side, bright morning light filling the space. To some it may not have made much of a difference, but she rather enjoyed having the open feeling permeate throughout the house.<br/><br/>It would be hours yet until the feast and while she would at least make an effort to look as nice as possible, a bath wasn't in the works for today. Instead she went through her clothing and picked out what to wear, setting it out on the bed and then stoking the fire in the stove, adding wood to build up the flames. When she went to put on her clothes later, they'd be warm, enough to help her stave off the cold walk to the Alpha's House without having to resort to heavy and cumbersome furs.<br/><br/>Making her way back out into the kitchen she opened a pot she'd set aside the day before, a hearty stew of vegetables and deer meat she'd bought in the market from one of the elder betas. It'd be enough for her lunch, as she was sure Nilteni wouldn't show up until much later if at all, and she carefully picked up the pot and set it on the floor. Kneeling, she settled in front of the cooking shell – a silly name for the fireplace Nilteni had thought up when it'd first been built – and pried open the surprisingly heavy door that led into the roomy interior of the oven. Leaning down she checked the fire and hummed lightly as she saw the bright red embers inside, the walls of the oven shimmering from the heat. After years of practice, she knew it was at just the right temperature to bring her pot to boil and she slid it inside, the handle facing towards the door so it could be easily grabbed.<br/><br/>Once the door to the oven was secured and she'd gotten up off the dusty floor, Son' Lahleli walked the few steps through the dining room and out into her looming room. The pelts had to be pulled back, both the one leading into the dining room and the one leading out into the workshop. Light flowed in easily, but even so, it was darker than she liked it to be.<br/><br/>Candles were lit and she stood in front of her latest project, a large tapestry of browns and greens that she'd been working on. Right through the center was a bright white arrow, the tip pointing down and surrounded by a large, dark red heart. She didn't really understand why she was making it, but something in her had moved her hands in such a way that the design came to life on its own.<br/><br/>Checking that her threads were all in order and seeing what step she was on, she settled for a few hours of work, her mind allowing to drift as she completely lost herself in the patterns and colors of her weaving.<br/>