The sun will always rise

Thistle sat watching the sky as the sun rose from behind her. It lit up her fawn colored coat, casting a bright fiery cast to it, highlighting the colors that swirled in it. Blue eyes mirrored the shadows, as she sat and watched. They were in the new home, and though she was not as nervous, she was definitely more observant. Everyone, was asleep in the hush, that still lay across the world on this early morning.

She did not move just sat and thoughts filtered down through her mind, and they tumbled and twisted her up in knots. She was slowly becoming used to many things, and one thing was that she could not control others and how they acted, she could only control how she reacted. Yes she would always be a little wary around Nerian, and yes she would not trust her within five feet of her husband, but he had made it abundantly clear, that what she thought of Nerian didn’t matter, he needed her. She scoffed quietly, and shook her head, forcing herself to dispel the bad thoughts that threatened to break her heart.

They had not built a new den yet, and she looked over at her children, gently reminding herself that life was good. They lay amongst each other, on top of each other and every which way. Ever so often Tveir would kick a back leg, and snore. The boy could wake the dead with his snores, he was such a loud little boy, she certainly hoped he quieted down as time wore on.

Standing slowly, she moved away from her small family, her mind was far to full to sit quietly. Besides she needed to find a new place to put her garden. She planned to move it, with or without Ragnar’s consent, there was far too much in it to let it there, she hoped he would certainly say yes, just maybe she would have to take someone else with her. She sighed, she knew very well if he wouldn’t let her go she wouldn’t, she was far to scared of the bear to go alone. As she restlessly moved around the edges of the small area her family lay, her mind turned and twisted into itself.