Stavanger Bay The north wind blew, its head asunder

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Thistle knew the girl was her husband’s slave, but she did not wish ill on her in anyway. As a matter of fact she held in her jaws some aloe, and some cobwebs determined to find her and fix up the sides that were surely riddled with cuts and scrapes. It was the own girls fault, but she wouldn’t let her die from infection or fever, because she was stubborn about things. She was the one who had come to the borders as it were, or well just outside of them.

Granted the girl couldn’t have known that they protected their borders jealously and she should have howled out and asked permission, maybe then she would still have her freedom. Her husband did not treat his slaves terribly though, and she hoped to convey that to the girl. Luck or fate was on her side this day and she chuffed gently her mouth to full to speak as she came upon Nightshade she thought was her name. She came closer and stopped a few feet away, not wanting the girl to freak out, after all Thistle had been anything but kind in their first meeting.