<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Ayshia.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Valko<br/> <strong>Where: </strong> By the fire of the cooking hearth<br/><strong>When:</strong> Late Afternoon<br/><hr/>Ayshia took his cup into her hand and turned her back to him to go to the kettle containing some perfectly good tea. With her back to him, though, she could take a couple of grains of the hot spice from her little pouch. It was nothing  awful. It was just a solid kick, nothing close to the burning she had felt when she had tried a rather generous pinch herself.  She kneeled by the kettle and looked over her shoulder. She could see it now, in the way he looked at her. It’s not like he needed to supervise what she did with his cup, right? Well, he did, but he didn’t know that…<br/><br/>No, what she caught was different. He wasn’t watching her because she was about to fill his cup of tea. It was something else, something she ought to give a chance to. She filled both cups and was glad that the color of the liquid was actually hiding the foreign grains of spice.  She returned towards him, holding  his cup so he could take it from her hand. Ayshia would release it only once she’d be sure he had a good hold onto it.<br/><br/>"That we did. We talked about you boys.Will you be alright? You won’t get sick from the cold and the wet, will you?”  Ayshia asked and she was genuinely concerned with his health. She had a little thought about how the spicy might kill the cold, but almost laughed at it, betraying her own thoughts. She took a sip from her cup and set it down beside her.</div>