The sun will always rise

She saw his stare go towards the ash tree and she shook her head a small smile on her face. He drove her absolutely crazy, but she loved him and that was enough for her to see past his short comings. Thistle listened to him then, giving him the same attention that he had given her and she frowned as he brought up those children again. She would be glad when next year came along, maybe then that wound would start to heal. She could not help it, that her children right now were not his biologically, except for maybe Gyda, but the other two looked too much like Crete in coloring and mask. However, besides that they were his children in everything else that mattered, even if it were not blood.

Thistle sighed Yes I know he ripped them away from you. I would adapt too of course Ragnar I am just curious where would you stop? Until there was nothing left? She left it at that, her words were not a question, but rather a questioning statement.

Thistle did not say anything just motioned for him to lead the way, and she followed softly behind him, happy to offer what she could.