<div style="text-align: justify;">Ayshia caught Lars’s smile at her and felt her cheeks flush. She was not shy of her body, felt no shame in having had her first rites, but that she had been with him – who was a perfect stranger at the time – for her first rites made her want to run into the other direction. At least, she wouldn’t be one of those girls who fell for the guy who had opened them. Ayshia filled the bowls her father was holding, careful that she would not drop the hot sauce onto his fingers. “You old people with your weather-telling bones.” She said with the same playful tone than she had used with her father minutes ago, much on the same topic too. She offered Lorna a grin, so the headswoman would know she meant to disrespect, but rather affectionate teasing.<br/><br/>After picking up a piece of flat bread and taking the less filled of the two bowls her father was holding, Ayshia went to sit near Mira, but in a way that she could look at the two girls that were about her age. They had grown up together, had very little secrets for one another, except that Ayshia had never told neither Mira nor Naliya about Lars. The only people who knew were part of the Mammoth hearth and Lars himself and so far none had really felt the need to tell the others about it. “So you are planning for a snowball fight, or just for a good way to freeze your bones before we monopolize the sweat tent?” Ayshia asked Mira and Naliya.<br/></div>