<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<br/><strong>When:</strong> Late afternoon <hr/>Ayshia’s eyes went from the needle to his eyes twice before her brain caught up with the situation. “Thank you, and if you need help sewing something you know where to find me.” She told him. If the needle worked out, it would be the best of timing for her to have it, with her white leather project and all the beads her father had made for her. Everything was coming together, maybe it was a sign that she was doing the right choices. Maybe she was reading too much into it. Perhaps it would be good for her to talk about it with Mamut. Though if Vanyel happened to be there, Ayshia knew she might just turn into a babbling mess even if she no longer had a crush on the man…<br/><br/>“I will try it out tonight, is if it’s sturdy enough to sew or if we should just use it for bead work.” Ayshia agreed with a nod of her head. She looked at her belt and found her short, hollowed bone with a wooden cork that she constantly had hooked at her belt by a narrow leather cord. She removed the cork and Valko could probably see some of his more traditional needles clicking in there together. The container was an idea she had had while watching her father work something out of a much smaller bone. She was obviously fascinated by the finesse of the needle as she took the time to feel the whole smooth length between her fingers. Her gaze went right back to Valko, and her face clearly saying that she was, indeed, impressed with him. The needle joined the safety of the others, leaving Valko with his piece of leather.<br/><br/>“Favorite food…” Ayshia repeated, considering the question. She had thought about fresh produce earlier, and not even about her own preferred food. “Berries. I definitely love strawberries and raspberries. Cherries rank pretty high up there too.” She replied and resumed working the vegetables. The two of them working on it would make work a lot shorter and soon, they’d end up just talking. Hopefully, Lorna would appreciate not having to deal with these. The headswoman did a lot and Ayshia had tried to pick up the slack the absence of her mother had created. “What about you?” <br/></div>