rise to the rush

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Thistle had noticed the departure of the son of her husband, but had not said anything. She had apologized to him and they had seemed to get along in the end, but he had still left. She did not worry for him as she would most who left, simply because he was his father's son and he would be fine, just as she was fairly certain she wouldn't worry too badly when her own children left if they ever did. And part of her thought it was her fault for fighting with him in the beginning.

And truth be told Thistle was tired of being angry and she was tired of fighting, she was just bone deep weary of conflict. It hurt and it made her cry and she hated every single minute of it. Now she was exhausted to in part for the long nights that she lay awake and those few that she cried herself to sleep trying to come up with something to make her feel better and nothing worked. And her mind was so full and deep of thoughts, that she just couldn't get the rest she needed ever anymore. And had Ragnar had told her the truth she just would have looked at him and shrugged she already knew Bragi was his, just as she knew that he was fond of his priestess and just as she knew all her herbs. She just knew.

Thistle had realized weeks now, though she was loathe to admit it that, she could never hold fully onto her warrior viking. He was too wild and free and the heart that beat in his chest was far to strong. And that was wherein lied the whole idea of two women being his, she did not want to lose what she did have claim too which was his heart, and she feared greatly that she would. It was the only thing she could claim was fully hers, everything else he gave to everyone else and selfishly she guarded that secret and that secret alone to herself and did not think she could even utter it. For that made her feel so tainted and selfish that she was want to cry all over again. She hated being selfish hated it, made her feel dirty, but well what was she to do when she couldn't help it. As she thought about such terrible thoughts her mind went again to Nerian and a pang shot through her chest. She was afraid of so much where Nerian was concern, because she did fear that if anyone could take what was hers it would be the priestess for she was good and did not fight as Thistle did. She did not yell and scream and rage like she did. and she loved with everything she was not selfish as she was. Thistle's ears perked up as her husbands voice rang out across the lands for her, and it reached in and twisted at her heart a little tighter. Making sure the children were well taken care of she followed the sound as it fell silent. She found him and stood still for a moment unsure what to do, they still had not mended exactly, but she did know one thing she could give that may help a little at least. She walked forward slowly and ghosted on nimble tiny paws to lick the side of his face and pull gently at his ruff, to ghost back and sit to her haunches in front of him. You called me Dearheart?