<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/jehane_zpsca7096b4.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Naliya and Mira, whenever the two join Ayshia.<br/><strong>Where: </strong> Sweat Lodge<br/><strong>When:</strong> Afternoon<br/><hr/>Ayshia had quickly gone to the Crane earth to be able to get what she needed to fit. A new set of clothes, because some of these were too wet to be worn again, a thin absorbent skin, something to scrape the sweat off her skin, her tea kettle with some of the tea leaves. While she was plundering her stash that was getting increasingly small, she noticed a small brown pocket tied tightly. A grin bloomed on her face, as a plan etched in her mind. She had worn the pouch’s content for wining a dare, last summer. It was a dried pepper of some kind. She remember the first time she tasted it – which was the dare – and burnt her tongue for taking too much. She had spent a week without tasting anything. She knew she’d have to be careful. She did not wish Valko any harm, and so the quantity used would have to be enough to sting and surprise, but not enough to burn his tongue…<br/><br/>As the plan etched in her mind, Ayshia went toward the sweat lodge, waving at her father as she saw him. She ducked into the tent, worked the central fire so that it would come to the right height and temperature, and she started to shed layers. He hissed when the coarse fabric of her winter clothes rubbed against her raw hands and pondered how something this small could hurt that much, when a much bigger cut bothered her less. Soon, the warmth of the sweat lodge had chased away the chill that had settled in her bones, and since she was alone, Ayshia laid onto one of the built in seats, on her front with her head on her crossed arms. <br/></div>