follow the echoes

Thistle was not privy to the information of carnal knowledge that her husband easily and often offered. Her mother had told her about child birth and what to expect that first time, but other than that nothing. She had not told her about men and how crazy they became or any of the above. Perhaps her mother hadn't known herself, or maybe she had wanted to spare her daughter some discomfort, because it was a bit odd to be thinking of that and it wasn't exactly comfortable when she thought of it. Now Thistle was in no way's a prude, but well ther were some things she just didn't talk about often, occasionally yes, but often no. She chuckled and raised an eyebrow, Apparently no I don't goodness how on earth was I able to cure you if it's that bad?

She remembered he had been in a delusional fever the first time she had healed him. Then she cut her eyes Wait a minute! so Ragnar does that mean that your coy advances and crude assessments when I was curing your shoulder were not due to your delusional fever She sat back on her haunches and studied him with a small smile on her face, she was not upset, it amused her though at the time she probably would have ripped him up had she known.

Thistle listened and one ear twitched backwards as she thought of the two together. I still haven't met Verrine, he has not come to seek me out as Julooke has. Though I imagine I am of no importance to him like her. She needs me for my extensive knowledge of healing. I assume he is going to be a warden and gamekeeper like most of the rest of you?