Stavanger Bay Heavy Hearts

Thistle nodded her head, Here is fine. in seven days we shall feast. To honor him, whether we do it together or apart. I myself will be making my own sacrifices in honor of Ragnar. Come. SIghing softly, Thistle bent her back to the task. Tears tracing her muzzle, to fall and mingle in the sandy earth. She did not really pay attention to those around her, too lost in her own grief. She continued her work silently and diligently while her mind followed back to the happiest of times with Ragnar. She loved him with her whole being and to have him gone, well it felt very much like someone had ripped her apart and let her bleed out.