Stavanger Bay I'm not playing anymore now i'll win

Unlike his father Tveir did not know anything about women and being insecure. He just didn’t want to upset his sister, that was all. Simply because he wanted to protect her, she was younger than him by a few minutes and she was the girl. She needed protecting at least in his little mind anyway. Tveir smiled up at his father. I know. Tveir did not know why his father wore a surprised countenance, he loved his father. So why wouldn’t he show him affection? It was what he did with his mother and his siblings, and it is what they did back to him, so wasn’t it right to do the same with his father?

" Fyrirgefðu pabbi. Hvað hét hann? " Tveir did not notice the emotion that lay thick and heavy in his father’s voice. Being far too young to know all the emotions or how to tell what they were. Tveir himself was a middle son, so he could relate if his father chose to tell him of his struggle. Even though he wasn’t passed over often, it still felt like it. Ein was the biggest and easiest at fighting and hunting. Gyda was the girl, so she was special all on her own, and she was the baby of the triplets.

Tveir listened and tilted his small brown head. Momma says there are no half brothers and sisters, they are brothers and sisters no matter who their mommy is. She says it’s not fair to call them that. His mother was pretty insistent about that, she told him she wouldn’t have them treating anyone different or better, they were all siblings no matter what. He didn’t know if his mother was wrong, but he knew she felt she wasn’t. Will I make a good warrior daddy? He asked the question he feared the answer for.