<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Momoa.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Central cooking hearth<br/><strong>When:</strong>Late Afternoon<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lars had spent the remaining of the afternoon working on the same tool that he had in the morning.  He had finally found a handle that worked with  the hammer, and it didn’t seem to want to split as easily as his previous attempt. He wasn’t sure just how long that would last, but he figured that if this bone and wood handle wouldn’t work, he’d have to go to Tamen and Valko to ask for advice. Talking to Valko might not be a bad idea anyway. Naliya had most definitely caught his eye, he couldn’t ignore it. Nor would he want to, anyway. His only issue was that he worried to do something that would scare her away and he wasn’t yet comfortable enough to ask Ayshia about anything, or if another man on camp had interest in her this way.<br/><br/>With the tool in hand he headed toward the cooking hearth. He wanted to show it to Lorna, who had proven to be rather interested in his creative use of time. There was no doubt in his mind that Valko could better the blade or that either Valko or Tamen could come up with a better handle than he had. If either of them came up with a better version and Lorna found the tool to be as useful as it sounded, he’d be proud to contribute to the camp’s renown at the summer meeting. He anticipated that meeting with a sense of dread. Seeing members of his family wouldn’t be a problem, but there were other members of the camp…<br/><br/>No one had tried to knew why he had left as he did, in the middle of winter, and risked his life to come to the Wolf Camp from the Fox Camp. He knew the question would pop up sooner or later, but until then he was quite happy not to have to justify the reason why he was here. Lars entered the cooking hearth, his hair still tied back on the nape of his neck so it wouldn’t fall into his face whenever he leaned forward over the toll. Lorna wasn’t there however, but when he caught sight of Naliya, he returned to his hearth quickly to come back with the hidden stash of dried fruit. “That looks like it’s going to be delicious.” Lars said when he finally entered the cooking hearth. He didn’t even bother trying to make it look like he just happened to see her there. He walked around the fire to go right beside her. <br/><br/>Lars rested the tool on the seat beside him and leaned toward Naliya to speak softly. “I forgot to mention I had apricot too. Ever had one?” He asked and he took one of the dried apricot halves and handed it to her. “My mother used to mix it with apple in a pot, and let them boil down until it’s a smooth mixture for the younger kids, to eat with bread.” Lars explained. He had no idea if there was apricot trees anywhere near, but since the Fox Camp was located further south, Lars had noticed the trees were not exactly the same up here.<br/></div>