<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Ayshia.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Naliya &amp; Mira<br/><strong>Where: </strong> Sweat Lodge<br/><strong>When:</strong> Afternoon <hr/>While Ayshia was cleaning her skin, she listened to her friend’s advice. While talking to people was something that came somewhat naturally to Ayshia, when she forced herself to speak to someone or had to speak before the whole camp, it was as if her ability for coherent speech just vanished. Well, she had a reason to talk to him today, she wouldn’t have to find a topic right away. All she needed was to find a way to slip a bit of the powder into his cup in a way that he wouldn’t notice.<br/><br/>“Hmm… I don’t have a clue about tool-making or flint-knapping for that matter, but I do have a use for his tools in my trade.” Ayshia said, more talking to herself than to her friends, but still talking loud enough for them both to hear. Ayshia sighed and appeared to be paying attention to a small scrape on the side of her foot. It didn’t seem to get infected<br/><br/>“I wish mother was still here. She always had good advice when it came to people. She probably would have spoken to me about considering a mate way before my father did…” There was a sadness in her voice, but Ayshia was at the stage of grief where she remembered the departed one with a fondness and sadness, rather than acute sense of loss and emotional pain or even anger.<br/></div>