Stavanger Bay Bless this morning year

The strange tongue piqued Peregrine's interest, though he didn't comment on it. From Ragnar's tone and his two sons' reactions to his foreign words, the visiting Alpha understood the gist of it. He gave the young boys a smile to show that all was well. He tried to keep his heart objectively hardened to their presence, yet there was certainly a small part of him that could not forget that they were his nephews by blood.

Ragnar spoke of a festival, extending an invitation to Junior. "Oooh, I wanna go! I wanna go, dad! Can I go?" the youth in question cried out before Peregrine could even begin to form an opinion on the matter. To Ragnar, the small Warrior added, "What's a festival?" She looked to Gunnar too, as if her brother-of-sorts might also know.

"What sort of festival?" Peregrine complemented his daughter's question. He didn't see any reason why not, though if she were to attend something so important, he wanted to know the details, as her father. He might also request to attend alongside her, as her warden. "And when is it?" he added, as the word soon didn't tell him much. Not that there was much on his or Junior's schedule that might conflict with it.