<div style="text-align: justify;">“Sure, let’s” Ayshia said, offering her father a broad smile. She walked toward the exit and laughed softly at Thomas’ reaction. It was amusing to her that the child be afraid of her father, considering how her father was with children, and the rest of the camp, really. He might be tall and appear to be a bit gruff sometimes, but Ayshia believed that her father was a softy at heart… or else she might have gone through some much deserved spanking sometimes.<br/><br/>“I think I’ll keep those beautiful beads for my big day, you know, I want to have the most beautiful tunic when it happens…” Ayshia said, though not without a touch of anticipated pride. She was good with her hands and had a sense of form and colors that suited the work of the beads. “But you’re right. With the peacock feathers, the beads would look awesome on some whitened leather...” <br/></div>