test my will, test my heart

Slapping an ending on this. :-)

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Thistle’s reaction was accepting if as coolly as he expected it to be and he let her go with a glance in her direction waiting before she was out of sight before he turned his attention back to Bragi, catching the glare the boy shot in his wife’s direction. For a moment Ragnar contemplated saying something in regards to it but stayed quiet on the matter if only because their animosity between one another was something they needed to work out. His intervention would only prove to get him even further to the top of his wife’s black book (which was not a place he wanted to be). Either they would work it out and come to at least some sort of civil mutual agreement or they would kill each other. It was the way of his people and though, technically, it was his job to handle civil disputes he would only step in as the last resort. His ears twitched when Bragi gave his name and listed off his apprenticeships and not exactly in that precise order. Nevertheless, he sounded like he would be a good addition to Stavanger Bay, slight feeling of obligation to Bragi’s mother aside. "Welcome to Stavanger Bay," Ragnar said before he gestured inland with his muzzle. "Come, I will give you a tour." And the Viking took off into the forest listening for Bragi’s accompanying footfalls.