this is the madness

Thistle knew Ein did not like English, just as much as she knew Tveir was a perfectionist. They were still so young, that they couldn’t hide their feelings or thoughts completely from her. She hoped they never could, but they probably would be able to once they got older and realized their feelings and emotions.

She realized that he was intentionally refusing to speak English and for a moment she was a little bit upset with him, but she ignored it. If as he got older he would refuse to speak the common language to those in the pack, he and she would have some words, and she would probably have some words with his father as well. But for now she just repeated what she said in Norse wondering if perhaps, he really just couldn’t speak English, that he took to Norse quicker and still struggled with the common language as her husband called it." það er Dragonfly litli prinsinn A Dragonfly"

Thistle tickled his side and licked the hair between his eyes. She knew he didn’t like licks and baths, but well she was a mother and she did what was needed even if it annoyed her children, although this time it was mostly a lick of affection. Then she lay her head to the side content to laze the day away for the moment with her eldest son.