the choice

Thistle ceased her ranting and raving knowing full well that her husband was ignoring her. Oh she was certain he heard her, because how couldn't he with her constantly yammering at him, but he was merely listening only partially. She growled playfully a him "I guess you'll know when it happens won't you. She smiled then, truth was she didn't even know what was going to happen one of these days just that she enjoyed teasing him about it. Thistle wasn't sure if he would really get bored, but she wasn't going to leave it to chance anyway. And besides that she really couldn't help her sharp tongue and warrior spirit. She had learned quickly growing up with brothers, that if she wanted to be heard she had to be loud and make sure they heard her and she had to be able to tumble with the best of them.

Thistle had briefly thought and sometimes in her darkest hour still did that he had loved Nerian more simply because she was silent and didn't fight like she did. And a part of her deep down thought perhaps even if Nerian did come back, he would still take her back because he loved her more. She however never voiced this, or made it known, because she did not wish to cause issue or make him angry, because it was a surefire bet. Anyway she mentioned Nerian whether to argue, cajole or anything he was angry.

She frowned in thought at his question. The caldera? How far away are they? And what would this alliance entail? Would they expect certain things? I don't know all that much about alliances.