<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Momoa.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Naliya & Lorna<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Near the fire<br/><strong>When:</strong>1st day of spring, Morning<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lars had led the way toward his hearth, comforted in the thought that his ownership of it wasn’t in question. The reason to leave the other camp had been for the sake of harmony, not because he had done anything wrong. He had not been kicked out, it had been his own decision. The hearth had been cleaned up in the morning, just like everyone else’s, but it had taken Lars only minutes to straighten it up. He was not one for messes, and besides the only mess he made was while building his tools. It was easy enough to clean after himself.<br/><br/>“Thank you.” He said modestly in answer to Lorna’s praise. Truth was, a messy hearth would make him feel embarrassed, shamed that he couldn’t look after himself.  “The tool is done, but with some good advice, I’ve made it smaller so it is easier on the handle.” Lars said and he ducked behind the blanket to his own private space where his sleeping platform was. When he came out, he had the tool in his hand. It had been greatly refined; the hammer part was nowhere as long as it used to be, or as big and the axe part had also been cut down enough to be made lighter. The handle was of hard wood and bone, glued together and tied with strings of leather around the base and the top, efficiently keeping the material snug together and blocking movement of the blade and blunt end. <br/><br/>Lars offered it to Lorna, holding it by the blunt end so she could take the handle. Before he sat and joined his guests by the fire, Lars took his hunting gear and laid it by the exit of his hearth. “I am hoping to present this, this summer, and see how useful our people will think it can be.” Lars said and then he sat across the fire from Lorna, and invited Naliya to sit close to him<br/><br/></div>