Stavanger Bay Bless this morning year

Thistle was fast becoming tired, her head still hurting and she leaned head against her husband debating whether or not she could leave without causing offense. She realized she probably couldn't so she straightened as best she could continuing ot use her husband as a prop, though she imagined she was probably getting heavy. She bent her head and licked the fur between both her son's heads, nuzzling each behind their ears. She smiled softly at them, and then looked back up. She did not know much about the festival, so she couldn't help her husband to explain.