<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Ayshia.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Valko, Tamen<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Center of the Crane Hearth<br/><strong>When:</strong>Late afternoon<hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Ayshia closed her eyes and inclined her head, as if to say ‘you’re welcome’ without actually using words.  She gathered her things, put the crooked lid back on top of the equally crooked box. The top didn’t exactly sit well on top, so Ayshia tried it the other way around and it seemed to sit a little better. She listened to her father’s words about knifes and knew that with or without her, the two of them would always have something to talk about. Tools, techniques, new ideas, old ones made better. She let Valko address the issue of the tea. It was different than the one she used to make, but it was most definitely something she could get used to.<br/><br/>“I think he knew about the necklace.” She told her father and she took two needles out of her  bone to show her father. One was the usual size and the other was the needle that Valko had just given her. “He gave me this today. It’s really handy for beading. I used those beads you’ve made that wouldn’t fit on the usual needle, same with the carved bones. The necklace he has around his neck couldn’t have been done without his own work.”  Feeling it could be rude to keep talking about Valko as if he weren’t there, Ayshia allowed her father to take the needle, if he wanted, but she turned her head toward Valko.<br/><br/>“The wolf though, as my father said, is something I treasured. It is very pretty and unique. I think it suits you.” She said and she reached  out to touch it at Valko’s throat. She had no issue parting with it, or with any of the material that she had used to make this necklace, for that matter. It was an appropriate gift in return for something that would definitely make her life easier and her work even more delicate, if the needle could withstand going through the supple leather that she had for her white tunic. Maybe the size of the needle would make it easier to pierce the fabric. Ayshia kept that thought for later, for when she’d be alone. Her hand lowered and rested on his knee for a few second, before she withdrew her hand.<br/><br/> </div>