Stavanger Bay build a heart made of armor

Thistle frowned sadly, hadn't thought of Pump in a sad context in a while. She missed her of course, but she had been moving on. Her name was Pump and she was my friend. She grew quiet then and lowered her eyes to the ground as she thought of her hybrid friend. She had expected great things of Pump, but she had been taken from them far too soon.

Thistle smiled I am lucky enough to call the both of them friends now. Junior got along with my own children well. And if it were my children I would want someone to care for them. At least until i found them and could do it myself.