The sun will always rise

Thistle chuckled at her husband’s want for knowledge; it was never going to change. He’d probably be old and grizzled and still searching out mysteries he could solve, to obtain the knowledge that Odinn held. Thistle looked up at him and spoke softly I might burn you up. That much Knowledge some of it has to be dangerous it just has to be. She shook her head side to side, she liked knowledge but she would not give anything for all of it, simply put there was some knowledge that some just shouldn’t know.

Thistle lowered her eyes and thought of her answer to her husband’s question. It did not bother her par say; it was just when he sprang it on her like that. And when he did she had the unpleasant thought that all the gods could see it, and it made her a bit uncomfortable, even though it was a natural thing, it was also a personal one, usually.

Not so much, except when you spring it at me like that, and I had the distinct uncomfortable thought, that the Gods are always watching and it just made me a bit shy is all. I know it is natural and gods know I enjoy it, but sometimes it will still cause me some moments of shyness, not so much embarrassment.

She looked up at him and offered him an ornery smile, she was slowly getting over that sort of thing, at least where he was concerned. If another wolf were to ask her or talk to her about it, she’d probably tuck her tail and run.