(m) across the caucasus

Thistle tilted her head at him and spoke quietly I am working on that Ragnar. Though at the moment I am not needed which is a good thing. And I do not wish my attention to be taken from the children either. I do not mind teaching, it was just a moment that I questioned is all. She in a way regretting telling him, only because it had been a fleeting though a moment of vulnerability and she hadn't fully formed the though coherently so to try and explain it was turning into a disaster. She smiled up at him and shook her head No husband I do not think you would let that happen.

Thistle made a hmm noise and shook her head and spoke quietly No i really don't remember. trying very hard not to laugh enjoying the game. She did not mind giving into her own carnal desires to please her husband after all, she had told him that he was to not seek it anywhere else ever. Therefore, it was only right that she pleased him when she could. She tilted her ear back and shifted her weight to turn her head and watch him as he moved like some sort of predator and she the prey around her. She raised an eyebrow. I think that fever has you confused. She smiled wolfishly at her husband a small glitter of appreciation for the pure maleness he oozed.