<div style="text-align: justify;">“It’s not like we’re going to lack ammunition right? I wish the snow would stop falling and begin to melt already.” Ayshia said rather fervently to Naliya. It wasn’t like her to complain. She was more the kind of girl would see the good side in everything. As she had demonstrated to her father earlier, the recent loss of her mother had given the young woman a sort of wakeup call and she had become more responsible. All the time she had pondered the reasons why the Mother had taken Rayna back to her, she had come to some conclusions that made her wise beyond her years, though not by much. She still had much of the illusions of a 18 year old. <br/><br/>Ayshia glanced at each in turn, both listening to the conversation, and smirking at some of the comment. She was in a good mood and knowing that they would have their secret girl talk in the sweat lodge later was making her eager for the day to get going, even if it had taken everything to drag herself out of the warm and comfortable furs. As she glanced toward Valko, she caught his eyes on her, but didn’t really take notice of it right away. He was quite good looking, and in the giggling camp the previous summer, there had been questions about him. <br/><br/>Ayshia did find him to be rather attractive, for sure, she especially liked the color of his eyes, but she had lived with him all her life… She had to admit that it was already a little more comfortable for her to think of him this way than it had been thinking about the headsman when her father brought up the topic during their morning tea. Between a spoonful of stew and a bite of bread, she stood promptly to go sit beside Naliya. Ayshia was suddenly finding herself with too much energy, felt like moving some.<br/><hr/>Lars returned mostly to his own quiet self, sparing only a rather mischievous smile in answer to Mira’s comment about the two other young women being sneaky. Truth to be told, he thought them to be a little old to play this kind of games, but if it could get a maximum of young people to take some fresh air and have some fun, rather than growing stir-crazy, it was all good. Then again, no one was ever too old to have fun. <br/><br/>Lars wiped the last of his stew with his bread, before giving his dishes a good rinse with warm water. “Meet you all outside.” He told the women then he turned to Lorna. “As soon as I’ve found a proper handle, I’ll let you give the tool a try.” He spared a glance toward Tamen, to whom’s he gave a nod of his head in acknowledgement before he ducked under the arch and walked toward his living space.<br/></div><br/>~Lars & Ayshia continued here  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167247.msg8084521#msg8084521)~