Stavanger Bay a burning flame

Thistle had not noticed the silver bear wolf until he spoke to her and she turned azure eyes towards him and offered him a small smile. She tried to catch his Norse, he spoke it quicker than Ragnar did around her, as she was still learning, but she got the just of it. "Það er allt í lagi ég huga ekki að tala tungumál sem ég er enn að læra, þó svo ég geti hrasa og mistakast, og ég biðst afsökunar fyrirfram. Ég get hjálpað þér með ensku ef þú vilt?"

She chuckled at him her laugh in no way offensive, she was merely laughing. It is okay Syver really. I do not mind speaking Norse, though I will admit I prefer English I don't make as many mistakes. She grew quiet then and sat to her haunches softly, and waited thinking of what she could answer him with. To be honest she had no rhyme or reason as to why she was out and about this late. She had nothing that needed done, nothing at all.

She looked to him again and smiled, I am merely walking is all. You could accompany me if you like, we are not allowed past the borders at the moment without an escort, but I do not think I will go that far anyway. Tell me about yourself Syver. and You may call me Thistle if it suits you.