shatter me

Thistle smiled at him pleased that she got it right. She would try her hardest to learn more, she would just have to ask him to teach her. Though today she did not wish to ask. (oh my goodness i laughed at that breaking her part) Thistle settled down to her haunches, she knew that Ragnar had some deep thinking to do and she knew still that he was worried about the little ones that he had no experience with, she however was not so worried. If he had handled the dead children as gently as she could tell he would do fine with his live children. He was indeed all hard edges and icy and steel whereas she was all soft edges and warmth they would balance each other out and make for a good parental unit she felt confidant in this regard.

Her brow became tightened as she listened not because she was upset but because she merely did not even know the beginning of a sacrifice. Alright though I must confess I do not know the first thing about sacrifice. On one condition though you let me catch the squirrels or rabbits even as pregnant as I am. She titled he head her eyes daring him to say no.