<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 of the cooking hearth<br/><strong>When:</strong> Late Afternoon<br/><hr/>Watch both, the idea made her blush. How could she have been blind? Had her comment of the afternoon broke the ice for good? “Good idea. There’s nothing else than tea in my cup. I give you my word.” And if Ayshia was the kind to pull pranks on people – always harmless ones – she was true to her word.  It was important to her that people kept a measure of trust in what she did and said when she gave them her word or made a promise.  “And it is pretty good in stew, though it’s not for everyone, as you can see. But sure, whenever you want to give it a shot, just let me know when.” Ayshia said with a nod of her head to emphasize her agreement. She would let him use some of the spice. She had to use it before it turned bad anyway… if it ever did.<br/><br/>In answer to his question regarding the vegetable,  Ayshia moved her basket towards him and the pot  to put the cleaned vegetables between them. “I would appreciate the help.” Ayshia smiled at him. She was a bit appalled at her own behavior before today. She had behaved with him as she would with any member of the camp that was not a close friend nor a family. Polite, but somewhat distant.  She contemplated the idea while cleaning a turnip. Maybe she could do something for him, something small to let him know that she was thinking about him? “Say Valko, what’s your favorite color?” </div>