Little boy blue and the man on the moon

Thistle Cloud heard the call of her last born and took off after it. She ran as fast as her petite legs could carry her. She ran and skidded to stop as her daughters small svelte form came into her sights. She stared at her daughter as she warred between anger and overjoy to see her daughter. The anger won out as it often did with the tiny viking and she stared at her daughter with a fierce gaze.

Though I am very glad to see you. What were you thinking Gyda?! You left without a word a single word! We did not know if you died or what? Your brother even went looking for you!