Redhawk Caldera Two large gulps of free-range oxygen

"I don't argue about that," Osprey agreed with Peregrine about the fact that these kids were Lothbroks through and through, yet it didn't seem right to deny this branch of their family entirely. She was glad that Gunnar had accepted her offer to be his friend and that he felt no resentment towards her, for whatever Crete had or hadn't been to him. "It just seemed odd... as if I hadn't known my own brother as good as I thought. I always saw him as someone like our father - quiet, intelligent, noble, caring... At least he was like that to me. Now this... I don't know, what to think," she was confused in this matter, because she didn't want to taint the fond memories she had of her mute sibling.

"Yeah... that's a wierd story," she chuckled at this statement. "If I was in conspiracy theories, I would say that she came up with that just to mask the fact of what a strenous effort it took to learn all of it. But since it's me and I know that mom would never lie..." her voice drifted off, as she shared moment of silence with Peregrine, remembering her deceased parents. "Did she?" Osprey asked curiously, because, since she had had so many relatives around that she hadn't been able to get them all too well. "Boy, I am glad I don't possess that kind of gift. Seeing dead people... Seeing some living people is scary enough already..." she shuddered.