in my dreams we are always together

Thistle Cloud glared at him mockingly as he called her precious herbs flowers. We've been over this Ragnar herbs not flowers. She made an over exaggerated sigh, really just kidding she didn't mind. In Thistles mind she saw a big burly male trying to mount her husband and she laughed so hard she snorted. Really that is an image i could do without. She laughed even harder as the image assailed her again.

Thistle chuckles ceased but her eyes danced merrily at him. She knew that he knew she had been stroking his ego but that was okay with her. She listened intently as he spoke about the marks that they carried and what their children might carry if they so wished it. Do most get this done?