Stavanger Bay Three ways to sunday

"a heartbreak so soon Surra?" Surra's heart jumped. How did she know? Had he been that obvious with his feelings? The young male, flustered, cleared his throat and looked at his paws, ears splaying to the side.

When Thistle spoke again, he forced an unsteady calm upon himself, and looked back up at her. "I do not even think it is so much to share as it is to share love....a body is a body but love thats different you know?" Surra was unsure what to say - partially because her strange way of knowing what was on his mind had shaken him up a little, and partially because it hurt him to see her upset - and so paused for a moment before reaching a paw up and touching her on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, and gave her a soft smile. "I hope you find peace with this soon, my friend." He spoke gently, and then drew his paw away.

"would you like to tell me what you were thinking about? I have sat here and monopolized your time, I can surely return the favor." Surra shook his head with a smile, as if shaking off his attempt at hiding his thoughts. Of anyone in this pack, Surra felt the most comfortable and open with Thistle - and he was convinced, at once, that if he kept this inside him it would just continue to drag him down. "You somehow already know," He admitted sheepishly. "I..." Surra let out a sigh, gathering himself. "I suppose you are right, I have had a heart break already." He winced slightly at his own words, as if admitting it out loud had made the wound seem fresh again.