Stavanger Bay Bird beaks and Talon claws

Neiran rolled over so the back of her head was on Thistle's paws she looked up at the underside of Thistle's Cloud's slender jaw, unable to resist she leaned up and smoothed her tongue along the gentle curve. then nuzzled her head against Thistle's chest chest and closed her eyes with a soft sigh. She spoke ignoring her action and offering a distraction to help Thistle ignore it as well It is said The Norns spin the threads of fate at the foot of Yggdrasil, the tree of the world. But I was not born as a pagan so I wonder if they spun my thread or if 'my' god did.