Blackwater Islands the destroyer of nations

She smiled. This is true. My soul is for Valhalla. I was a shield maiden and a healer in my time.

Thistle was not fearful of death. She had many years to come to terms. And simply put she was tired. Had been tired for years. She wasn't strong as they thought heart wise.

Thistle eased into a more comfortable position at his leave. Thank you. she sighed.

She blinked at him. My mother used to tell me of druids, and gods Atka and Sos.

She looked around. It is beautiful here. They will return. She nodded in affirmation, as if speaking it aloud would make it so.

She motioned a bit away. I raised and bore children on the rise and the bay. I've come home, to where my life began, for it to end. It seems fitting.

She dipped her head. I am Thistle Cloud Lodbruk, but you may call me Thistle.

He didn't need her name and she did not need his. Perhaps a small part of her, wanted someone to remember her name. At least for a little while. Because she had no one and nothing left.