<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Ayshia.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Crane Hearth<br/><strong>When:</strong>Early morning, Spring Day<hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Ayshia nodded her head. It was slippery, alright, but she had trust in her own footing. At worst, she’d end up sliding all the way back down or come through the roof into someone’s private space. The latter would be a bit more embarrassing and problematic. Ayshia pushed the thought aside. She had no reason to expect such thing to happen. She was always  among those who climbed up there and had grown quite accustomed to where she could and could not walk. Besides, she was still considered to be a rather light weight compared to most adults in camp.<br/><br/>“Thanks. Just try not to pull me down with you this time.” Ayshia teased him and offered him a smile to prove that there were no hard feelings about that. She had grown to be thankful that he had. Without her father’s talk about her taking a husband, and without him pulling her down to him, it might have taken longer for her to notice him and for Naliya to share her thoughts about her brother’s increasing interest in Ayshia.<br/><br/>“Oh… I almost never throw anything away whenever I’m working on a project and now I’ve figured that some of these pieces are more than a year old and haven’t been used so I should, you know, sort them.” Ayshia explained, “If you see anything that can be of use to you…” She couldn’t figure out what or why it would be of use, but then again, she knew little of his trade other than he made some very nice and useful tools for the camp. She set the last scrap of leather in her pile to throw away, which were basically pieces that were too small to be used even for pockets or patches, strings similar to the one she had put in her hair but less than a hand long… <br/><br/>“Done. When we have a moment, once all our tasks are done, I’d like to show you a tunic I’ve been working on with your needle. It’s my secret project though. Even my father hasn’t seen it. You’ll have to give me your word that you won’t tell anyone about it.” Ayshia requested as she worked her way back up on her feet. One of them was numb for having been stuck under her other leg for so long and she tried not to let it show.<br/> </div>