<strong>~Tamen preparing tea at the fire within his hearth~</strong><br/><br/>Tamen had been laying awake in is bed of furs listening to the early morning sounds of the lodge about him.  He heard when things seemed to bustle to life next door at the Reindeer Hearth.  It wasn't so much that his hearing was the best in the world but they were neighbors and both family's had become very close over the years.  Only now with the passing of his own wife did he truly understand more of the moodiness he sometimes both saw and felt when he was around Lorna.<br/><br/>As he began to prepare the morning tea he glanced towards his daughters sleeping place.  The privacy curtain was drawn shut and he really hadn't heard her moving about just yet but he had the feeling she was not exactly asleep either.  The carver was thankful for the fact that her mother had still been alive for his daughters first rights.  A young woman needed a mother most at that time in her life than any other time.  Although it truly saddened him to think that her mother (his wife) would not be there to see their daughter get married and start a whole new life of her own.<br/><br/>Wiping away a tear which seemed to fall far to easily these last few weeks Tamen reached over and scratched at the post of his daughters privacy curtain, "Ayshia?  Baby girl... would you care for some tea or are you going to sleep the morning away dreaming of the man who might one day come and sweep you off your feet and take you as his beautiful bride."