Stavanger Bay Happy Days Spent

Tveir strode forward boldly so he was nose to nose to the older wolf, or well head to nose since he was a tiny Viking yet and gave him a childish smile and spoke proudly, " Heimdallr er guð vísendum hann átti níu mæður."He giggled then shyly looking up at the older male with eyes turning gray as he aged. Tveir continued daddy say dat somtim’s da gods dey commen down and hafin babies wif wolves. Dat who youse commen from? His English was broken with baby garble, but he felt that he got his point across, and then he sat.

Thistle chuckled at Tveir and spoke softly that is Tveir though I believe he has picked the name Gunnar, so Gunnar he shall be. The youth didn’t need to apologize to Thistle she wasn’t expecting one at least, didn't even expect him to accept hers. She was the one who needed to apologize seeing as how she was the adult and had acted much like a spoiled child, who was sullen and smarmy. She returned the nod with a small smile, and then she sat too, watching the two boys speak to each other. If she had known Bragi was curious about Ragnar, she would have told him what she knew, what she could. She herself didn’t know much about him from the cove, she only knew him now.