Stavanger Bay all this time

Thistle did not worry after Floki or Charon while Atreyu was around and the latter around Floki. She knew they would care for her children. She briefly thought on her other three with a twinge of discomfort and sadness. Not sure where to go with those thoughts so she turned them off quickly. Thistle had heard the rumor of the female thrall and she wondered at it. She did not condemn Charon for that though, for Ragnar himself kept thralls and the like.

Thistle Cloud heard the soft call of Mom and turned towards it. She frowned, unsure what to say to Charon or how this would go. She was a bit worried about it, to be honest. However, much like him she knew time was of the essence and they did need to speak about it. She was hurt, and anxious. He had no right to make decisions for her, and she would just have to firmly explain that to him. She honestly wasn't sure if she could follow him as a leader if he didn't weigh on others council, especially those who were older than him.

She stepped from the den, and gave him a soft smile. Hello Charon