Stavanger Bay Day's Dawn

Thistle chuckled at her daughter's sympathy ouches and licked her head. Laying a kiss right between her ears. Thank you daughter, but it is okay.

Thistle smiled down at her daughter as she settled in between her legs and up against her chest.

Thistle stiffled a gasp that threatened to come forth from her maw at the question and she blinked rapidly to quelch the tears that threatened to overtake her. She could not, would not say anything bad about this whole situation, she had promised Ragnar she wouldn't so she wouldn't, but gods did it hurt like hell fire and brimstone to keep her screams of unfairness and rage underneath it all. She would have been fine, if the question had not caught her off guard. So she tilted her head and spoke softly, "Það er spurning fyrir föður þínum, er ég hræddur Gyða, en persónulega sé ég ekki hvers vegna kona getur ekki haft fleiri en einn mann eða elskhuga, ef báðir karlar eru tilbúnir." She grew quiet then, hoping she had soothed some of her daughters questions, she did not however know the true answer. That answer alone resided with Ragnar.