<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Momoa.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Naliya, Valko & Ayshia<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Near the fire<br/><strong>When:</strong>1st day of spring, Morning<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lars was lost. Holding the small, warm body against him, he was kissing Naliya with less and less restraints. Thought of the hunt, of his relief at her reaction and Lorna’s about the reason that had pushed him to come to the camp in the middle of the winter, everything else than Naliya was forgotten. He held her tightly against him, with one hand running up and down her back. Lars would not rush into an engagement toward her, but he would prepare for it. He knew his feelings for her were for who she truly was and not for who he hoped she would be, as he had for Siara.  And then came Valko’s voice, shattering this comfortable bubble that he shared with Naliya.<br/><br/>Lars stiffened, and groaned. Being caught wasn’t quite the issue, nor was it that someone had peeked into his hearth by the most unlikely place, it was more the sudden reminder that Naliya and him would have to wait a few more hours before they would be allowed to resume, if she so wished. Naliya’s habit of keeping people at a distance had not really escaped him and he didn’t want to overstep and make her feel… crowded.  Lars looked up at Valko with an eyebrow raised. “Tell me that you didn’t interrupt us just because you wished it was you, holding and kissing Ayshia down here instead of us.” Lars replied, but he loosened his hold so that Naliya could get up first if she wanted to. </div>