Stavanger Bay Happy Days Spent

There was a child who had been drawn by Bragi’s appearance in the clearing that, understandably Bragi had not noticed at first mostly because he seemed to blend in with Thistle given that he was more or less her mini-me. Eyes of Caribbean ice surveyed the boy as he spoke to Thistle in Bragi’s native tongue, probably not realizing that Bragi understood it and let out an amused but harsh snort at his words. That was the question everyone had been asking in their heads, wasn’t it? Who is this teen and why in the hell does he look like Ragnar minus the age and scars? It just took the unbridled innocence of a child for the question to break the hesitant barrier that everyone else was, for good reason, afraid to smash. Því það er galdur Heimdallr skip ... Heimdallur er faðir minn Bragi told the boy since it had became apparent that Thistle didn’t intend to answer him. For a child that was supposedly Ragnar’s, Bragi couldn’t help but notice he saw nothing of the Jarl in him. He didn’t comment on this of course, given that it would probably open the door that he was throwing his weight against to keep shut. Do you know who Heimdall is? Bragi asked Tveir then, in accented English, wondering how he could make a tale of out if without telling a lie about the Guardian God. Bragi’s gaze lifted from her son as Thistle apologized and for a moment he said nothing, composing his expression into a stoic and terse mask as he took in her words. He understood that she hoped he would accept and there was no reason for him not too. He gave her a silent nod but he did not speak mostly because he wasn’t sure how he felt about her yet and though he knew he should apologize too, couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. He was being childish. He saw it and yet he was helpless to stop it, nevertheless. Ok, He responded supposing that he could try the borders and work his way out from there, though if Ragnar was at Wheeling Gull Isle Bragi had no intentions of interrupting what was probably tense negotiations. If such was the case he would wait and probably go out and explore some more and being a masochist some other day. He hesitated then, considering leaving Thistle and her child in peace but he was curious about Ragnar despite himself. He flashed a thoughtful look at Thistle, wondering if she would tell him if he asked.