blood and starlight

"ah i see I did not know he was a betrayer. yes then he probably was accepting his fate. Yes they all did was the one his wife? the one that got sick first or turned away. Well she's a strong woman that Lagertha :). Ugh four days someone needs to adopt the little princess!"

Thistle had felt bad for hurting him,but that was the way of things. She was a healer she was in this trade to help others not to hurt them, so it bothered her even when it was needed to hurt another. She would hurt another if it was best for them when she was healing, she would hurt another if it came down to her life or her families life and theirs, but if she didn't have to she wouldn't for any other reason. It was how she was made, it was her own inner compass.

Thistle laughed at his grumblings and nodded Yes I suppose they are and you would know. She stood and gently padded over to him albeit a bit ungainly and lay down resting her head over his back but watching him out of the corner of her eye. She ran her muzzle gently across his shoulder blades and listened to him explaining the significance of the blood that she wore on her cheek.

She blinked it was a beautiful tradition none the less and she would wear it with pride now evne more so that she knew what it meant. Though her blood ran cold at the thought of him dying, she knew it was the way of things and if Odinn was to take him as her husband would say it was meant to be. As much as she disliked agreeing with that it was the truth of the matter regardless. But he swore up and down that he was not going to die young, in a way that comforted her but also scared her, because how could she put as much faith in that as he did. It would not keep her from healing him every time and worrying every time, but at least it would give her some small comfort perhaps in the back of her mind. She licked his muzzle then and whispered You better always find me Ragnar or i just might box your ears. She smiled then a slow soft smile.