your magic, white rabbit · Pack Activity

Thistle perked her ears forward when Ragnar began to speak. She looked around at everyone. Wondering to herself, who would stay and who would go. After those who would leave left, she watched as he husband spilled the life blood of the rabbits that lay at the altars. She watched her sons and daughter to gauge their expressions. But she did not move from her spot. She curled up tighter when Ragnar sat to tell the stories of the Vikings and she listened with the same rapt attention that her children did, and for a moment she was lost in translation and her heart didn't hurt so badly.