<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Ayshia.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Crane Hearth<br/><strong>When:</strong>Early morning, Spring Day<hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br/>Hearing the elder declare the previous night that the first day of spring, where everyone cleaned and where fresh air entered the lodge after being so closed up for the winter, had Ayshia ambivalent. She was excited, like everyone else. Going outside would be effortless from then on; no more heavy skins to push out of the way and soon no more needs for the warmer garments. It would soon be time for her to learn to swim with Valko, to begin gathering herbs, fruits, and other useful things for the camp.<br/><br/>Ayshia was ambivalent because the last three weeks had been quite revealing to her on many levels. Tamen had reminded her that Kalic was coming to live with them for a while to be his apprentice. Ayshia like him, but his smooth talking and womanizing ways had led a couple girls to get the wrong idea at the Summer camp last year. The couples blooming were in a very uncertain state. She had not let Valko know clearly that she was interested in him. Ayshia was quite sure that she had left obvious clues for him to see, but he had not made the move that would let her know he had.<br/><br/>Lars had not kissed Naliya I as far as Ayshia knew, but the day was far from over. As she cleaned her father’s carving area of slivers of wood or ivory, which she put in a bowl for him to sort later on, Ayshia pondered her feelings for Valko. She had grown fond of him. He was a good man and getting to know him had had feelings taking roots. Ayshia would not admit falling for him just yet to anyone, not even herself. People who knew her well however, like Tamen and Naliya, might hare seen hints of her growing feelings for Valko.<br/><br/>Neither Tamen nor Ayshia would ever let the Crane Hearth become dirty. Ayshia was a particularly orderly person. Her supplies were sorted and stacked, so were her clothes. She sorted the baskets, hanging to hooks, got rid of excess stuff, but Ayshia knew that soon, she might no longer be considered an apprentice and might even have one of her own. She kept it in mind when she went through her stash of small leather pieces. Maybe she could sew them together for an extra layer on her bed… Ayshia rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Mother had taught her not to throw away anything that could be of use, but Ayshia knew she was taking it to an extreme. She hummed softly, sitting by the fire, surrounded by small piles of leather scraps.<br/></div>