Stavanger Bay The poison in my soul

[size=x-small]I know <3 and still going strong.[/size]

Thistle would do her best to do as her husband asked, but she couldn't just turn off the crippling voice that often took over her head and heart. She could fight it and eventually win, but it took some time. They were fast approaching well over a year of relationships, and though they had moments of peace and moments of war between each other, she was happy for it. It was not the most ideal match, but there was love between the two and that was good enough for her.

Thistle laid her ears back to her skull and looked at her husband. She wasn't sure how to answer him without causing him to have palpitations of fear for losing the favor of the allfather, something he coveted closely. I do not think so dearheart, but perhaps it is a test, and you are expected to succeed. I will help you with sacrifices if you like? I have done my own different times. She grew quiet hoping that she helped a little bit, and she had chosen the right words to say.

She looked at him at his quick no, but she understood why. Yes I suppose you are right, no matter how painful it is to face. I am actually a little worried for this winter, not because i worry about you as a leader, but rather because we are still getting ready and it is fast approaching. She didn't know what else to say, so she licked the side of his muzzle closest to her.