The sun will always rise

I do that all the time i'm like i need to clean and then i'm like oh one more post just one more...

Thistle listened to him and lowered her eyes as she absorbed everything he had said. So he told her no, and that was the end of it. He couldn’t however keep Nerian from trying again, or keep her from loving him. Which in a way was unfair of Thistle to condemn her for, you couldn’t help who you feel in love with, you could however, keep the lifting of your tail in check, which she obviously was not willing to do. She shook her head, and spoke quietly, Okay Ragnar I believe you.

She blinked fast and furiously, she chuckled softly and stood quickly and strode forward tucking her head underneath his muzzle and pulling gently at his shoulder and scruff. I want all that too Ragnar and you are stuck with me now and in Valhalla for as long as you’ll have me too. I’m sorry that I get jealous sometimes. I’ll work on it. Then she just stood there waiting to see if he had anything else to say or if he would accept her words, gently spoken. I Love you dear heart.

She felt her heart lighten under some of the burden she had been bearing lately. She buried her face into his chest and just took a deep breath, as it shuddered down her small body. She hated being at odds.