Stavanger Bay Bless this morning year

Thistle listened to them all, understanding the father's reservation about the religious overtone of their families festival. once upon a time Thistle had been the same, not so much now. He children would be vikings, all of them those she had now and those that she would have in the future. She tilted her muzzle to the leader of the plateau and her children's uncle, and spoke softly Thank you. She looked at her two boys Tveir, Ein tell Junior Goodbye, come you can see her later.

Then she stood a little straighter and turned towards home wondering if she could make it back again herself, she wasn't sure. She may have to ask her husband for help, as much as she didn't want to, still being a bit cross.