Stavanger Bay Killing me softly

Like most green creatures Chrysanthemum was totally unresolved when it concerned her life's purpose. Perhaps she would study guarding beneath Ragnar, or maybe there was an unknown side to medicine that would one day amaze her. It was difficult if not impossible to say. Shrugging her shoulders with a nervous grin, Chrys confessed her indecision. "Maybe I will, but I'd still like time to think on things -everything actually."

Taking a glace at the overhead sky, the juvenile summarily figured that it was time she take her leave. It was too late to attempt to recollect any flowers, but perhaps she could find Nerian a nice shell -a fish even maybe. Wanting to part ways with Thistle and the puppy, she dipped her head before hinting at her plans to exit. "Well, I didn't mean to keep you so long Thistle, but I too should be going. I owe Nerian something when she returns to our den this evening." Although truthfully, gifting things to the woman was no chore at all. It was an honor.