Stavanger Bay Bless this morning year

Thistle listened to him her ears perked forwards a little unnerved by the color of his pelt, so much like Ein and Crete. She wanted to cry a little bit, mostly because she felt terrible, having realized she had hardly spared her children's biological father with a thought since Ragnar.

Thistle spoke softly Just pay someone else back with kindness and that is all the thanks i'll need. Thistle's ears went back when he spoke of sharing, touching a chord in her chest not yet healed, she wasn't even sure if it would ever be, but she didn't say anything, just gave him a soft smile.