Stavanger Bay Three ways to sunday

"I don't think I could do it, I am jealous already by nature I am finding out, and I fear that would make it so much worse." Surra chuckled softly in the back of his throat, nodding. Though it was less common for two males to share a female mate than it was for two females to share a male, Surra for a moment imagined himself in that position - unconsciously choosing a mental picture of an off-white female with a spotted nose - and could not imagine the extent of his jealousy. Surra gave her a moment to think and say more, which she did, and her words struck him as to how much they related to him. He sighed, briefly looking away as he mutttered, "It's true, you can't help who you fall in love with."

He quickly brought his eyes back up and smiled softly. "But, I and everyone else can see how much Ragnar cares for you. Whatever you decide, I'm sure he will still." Surra reached forward and gently nudged Thistle's shoulder with his nose in an affectionate gesture. He really did hope that she found peace with this matter soon, for her sake.

"What have you been up too Surra?" He shrugged, feeling a slight urge to now spill his guts to her, but held back. "Not much, honestly," He answered, which was true. "I've also been... thinking, a lot, lately. I'm afraid I haven't been very social recently. You're probably the first I've had a real conversation with in a few days." He smiled sheepishly, a bit disappointed with himself for the fact. He had been working on being more social, and had been succeeding, until having his heart so silently bruised.