Gyrfalcon's Keep The shield maiden on the shore

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Thistle's lips twitched into a small semblance of a smile and she chuckled to herself. you are your father's son for sure. The two of you make stubbornness look easy. Very well Tyr you can do this the honorable way if you must. She shook her head, normally she would just tell him to stuff it, like she often did with his father, but at the moment she was tired of contrition and displeasure and arguments.

There was so much more to the tell than what she glossed upon, but the simple fact was she was tired of handing her heart out and having it handed back to her cracked and broken or in Ragnar's case Shattered. So she had vowed to keep her heart and her feelings and the like a little closer to the vest so to speak if she could, she didn't know if she would succeed, but this was something she would fight to make work she could be cold she supposed she just didn't like to be.

She laughed then and said quietly So am I you probably would have been amused. At least a little bit anyway, I do not give very much headway to your father in terms of arguments and I imagine I have him in a constant state of exasperation, but eh what are you to do. She chuckled again and tightened her tail even more on her paws, fighting hard to keep from divulging too much of herself.