Moonspear Lionhearted

Thistle didn't mean to make the girl uneasy. She had been taken off guard was all, but she didn't mind. She would gladly regale anyone with tales of her late husband. Of his insufferable temper, but his gentle touch. or the way he hated some things and loved others so fiercely it hurt. Yes her husband had been his own male.

Thistle had loved her viking with everything in her, perhaps even more than she had. Perhaps that was why she failed so fervently as a mother, she had given all her love to a wild man. A man that took and took, and only gave a little, but in his mind it was a lot. yes she missed him more than she cared to admit.

Thistle smiled, He would have liked you. You remind a lot of a shield maiden we took in so long ago. She was brave and fierce like you. He would have called you one as well and he would have been proud of Floki's choice in a friend, perhaps more? THistle did not know for sure, but the way the girl talked about her son, she wondered if she had a brief crush on him or more. You know I was not much older than you when I met Ragnar. I was not even 2 yet, when I met him.