Stavanger Bay hiding out

If Charon had asked Thistle would not have lied. She too struggled with the gods lately. With the idea of them. There had been a time when she had believed in nothign really. Knew there was something out there, there had to be. Now she sort of wished for that naivety again, wanting to know there was something out there, but not pray to them. Because when they had a name and a face, she could get angry and anger at gods she was told was never a good thing.

Thistle nodded, It does. You will see in the end there will be much destruction, but it will be beautiful and clean as it grows anew. I just wish it wasn't so scary. She shuddered, she was not below admitting she was scared, the loud noises the brightness, it really was a scary thing.

Thistle chuckled as his grown up face. You grew up well Charon. And I am proud of you. That was all she said. She was fine with talking of lighter things, or just sitting in the dark and watching nature destroy what they had built.