Ravensblood Forest the eye of odin

Thistle could not know for sure and she probably never would, but she had felt something in stirring air. A prickling of more than one pair of eyes, a disturbance of her ruff. And her mate his voice was different and so were his eyes. She did not think much of it, just that it was an experience she would be sure to remember. A part of her wanted to quake and another wanted to howl triumphantly at the sky for no apparent reason other than the simple fact she could.

Thistle looked at Ragnar her eyes a dusky dark blue from the shadows and dipped her head. "Yes I make the choice to embrace my life and future as a viking. She then stood on shaky limbs, unsure why she was shaky just that she merely was. Perhaps she hadn't eaten enough that morning or who really knows.

She blinked again and looked up at Ragnar waiting to see what else he would have to say. She found she felt at peace for having the two goddesses blessing, it was an odd feeling for one who had never embraced a religion or deity before.