<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Ayshia.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Valko<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Center of the Crane Hearth<br/><strong>When:</strong>Late afternoon<hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">”Oh good. I’m trying to fill the hole my mother’s absence is making, and helping Lorna with the cooking is one of the things I like to do most. So I’ve been using it a lot more lately than before.” As she finished with the sapphire and the amber beads again, Ayshia didn’t quite need to look at what she was doing. Using the needle’s tip at the edge of the hole, she made them tip onto the needle on their own. <br/><br/>She kept glancing toward Valko and toward his work. She didn’t think that he would be doing it here and now, but the fact that he had made her muse about it. Would it be what their time together, sharing the same hearth be like? Working in each other’s company, without the need for words to fill a silence that did not feel awkward at all? She took a sip of tea and one last thing from the box. A small bone with rounded ends that had a hole drilled through it, but not lengthwise like the others she had used. She slipped the needle through it and pulled the needle out completely before returning the needle into the container at her waist.<br/><br/>Ayshia tested the length of the necklace around her own neck and was glad to see that even if she let it hung a little lower, she still had plenty of length to do a neat little trick she had learned at the summer camp the  summer before. One end was died in a small loop, just barely big enough for her pinky finger to slip through. The last small bone was made to be able to slip through the hole if the tip of it was passed through the hoop and the bone pushed through. Lengthwise, it would block, making the necklace easier to wear and remove than risking getting hair stuck between beads while passing it over one’s hand. <br/><br/>When Valko gave her the knife back, she trimmed the hair she had used to keep the wolf in place, and then she evened the end where the loop was. Ayshia nodded her head. “So I will need a new knife during the summer.” She estimated. She held the necklace up between the two of them, admiring her work which in this case was simple enough but unique because of the string she had used, the carvings of the bones, and the small wolf that dangled in its center. “Do you like it?” Ayshia asked Valko, way more tense than she thought she would be.<br/> </div>