Stavanger Bay icarus

Thistle cloud strode towards the youth that was now her husbands captive. He had told her that he had a wound that needed tending and she was on her way to take care of it, she had cobwebs, and aloe and some jopi weed in case of fever. She came upon him and she knew he didn't speak very good english, but she hoped that he could at least understand.

She stopped a few feet away from him and lay her herbs down at her feet and then looked at him and then down at them, trying to convey that if he would allow she would make him feel better. She waited quietly sitting to her haunches for however long it would take. I am Thistle She replied softly.