Sequoia Coast Walking to the shore.

Thistle sat still refusing to listen and refusing to be hurt by the younger Vikings words. She had enough heart ache and enough tears to last her a lifetime just from his father. She wasn’t about to let him affect her negatively either. She was tired of the Viking males walking all over her, one of these days one of them was going to see a very angry very irritated Thistle Cloud and they were not going to like it.

Thistle watched him walk away and she wanted to rip him apart as she saw the dejected expression on her son’s face, how dare he take his anger out on her son. She hadn’t heard what was said, but clearly that was what it was, or Tveir would not be so sad and forlorn. Come Son we will go home. She spoke softly. And turning with Tveir at her heels with a smile on his face again, she went home.